(Or, Monkey develops what my sister affectionately calls “Husband Hearing”)
Baba: Okay, sweetie, it’ time to get ready for bed!
Monkey (in a petulant tone): Nnnnnnnnnnnno!
Baba: Now why would you be cranky like that? When I’m being all gracious and civilized.
Monkey: My feeling is that I don’t hear so well.
Baba: Oh really?
Monkey: Yeah. Like my ears are clogged or something.