Hating on Bina

Catie has mentioned that Bina and I break into song all the time, for no reason. Today, Bina was singing Buy Me a Rainbow from Family Guy, because why not? The stupid song got stuck in my head. An hour later, I grumble, “Bina, I hate you right now.”

Catie hears me from the kitchen and asks, concerned, “Why?”

“Because I have that stupid song stuck in my head!” I tell her.

Bina apologizes, then begins to sing You’re Welcome, from Moana. “Okay, okay, I see what’s happening here…” She continues to sing. Moving along, “…I know it’s a lot: the hair, the bod! When you’re staring at a demi-god.” She looks to me to continue, but I refuse. First, I will not say thanks for putting that song in my head. Second, now I’ll just have this one.

Unexpectedly, we hear, “Well, what can I say except you’re welcome.” Catie picks up from the kitchen. She sings a few more lyrics.

Bina and I look at each other and laugh.

Catie sighs, then says, “Now we can both hate Bina.”

Bina, “Hey!”

“Hating Bina is an olympic sport around here,” Catie jokes.

Changing the subject, Catie comes to the entry way of the living room holding a place of monkey bread, and says, “It’s pretty! I have no idea how it tastes, but it’s pretty!”

Bina says, “It doesn’t look like a monkey.”

Catie replies, “Hold it, and then it’ll look like a monkey.” I laugh as she goes back to the kitchen.

Bina: It’s fine. I revel in the fact that I can annoy them so easily!