I'm Sick

Baba called this morning.  Like a needy girlfriend, I told him, “Baba, I am really sick.”

“This is because I cleaned the whole house and my room last weekend.”  I paused waiting for his pity-cutesy answer.

Then continued, “I went the whole nine yards of cleaning the windows, walls and even the small corners.  That’s why I am now sick.”

He said, “So, now you want to become a yaya?”