About an hour ago we were playing a game where we were throwing this small pink frisbee inside and then when it was my turn to throw it she would leave and I would throw it and then ring the bell for her to come and pick it up for me and bring it back. It really was quite a lovely lazy game for me.
Eventually she got distracted, I didn't ring the bell and she didn't notice.
Fastforward an hour and she is in the bathroom blowing bubbles and I'm messing around on my computer when I hear a command... "RING THE BELL!"
I'm exhausted and it's time for my afternoon coffee so I ignore her and hope for the best.
"YOU NEED TO RING THE BELL NOW!"
*sigh* I ring the bell.
She comes running back and starts looking around on the floor, then looks at me exasperated and says "Why did you need me to come and get mine Tinkerbell frisbee right now?"
"I didn't," I reply, "you told me to ring the bell"
"Yes, I told you to ring the bell so I would come and find mine Tinkerbell frisbee for you." She counters.
"Yes, but... I... you... oh never mind."
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