Oblivious Listening or Selective Hearing

I so clearly remember a few years ago around Christmas time Big Daddy started asking for a bird. He thought it would be a great pet. His convincing (or so he thought) argument was that he would do all the work involved in taking care of said pet. After many sessions of begging and pleading on the budgie front, I caved. Get your damn bird.
Well, as we all know how the old story goes we know who is cleaning the cage and sweeping up bird feathers *cough* me *cough*

So, when we got the boys bunk beds and I was making Josephs and having great difficulty reaching the back to put on the fitted sheet( which by the way is impossible to get on unless you have 18 foot arms with biceps much like Arnold). I commented how much more difficult it would be to make said bed when my stomach begins to stick out further than it humanly should. Big Daddy's response was endearing really it was something like "Well then Princess, I will just have to help you." I was trying to be polite but I must admit I had bird flashbacks and just about died from stifling my laughter. I knew in that moment it was completely the thought that counted and I had better luck of my ass growing mushrooms than I did of Big Daddy actually helping me make a bed.

Here we are 8 months pregnant and stinky bed linens. Getting them off and washed wasn't the problem. Getting them back on.. well just a little.
I got Joseph's mattress down from the bunk bed (read: pull hard and it will fall... Gravity was on my side) but once I had the clean sheets on gravity was no longer my friend. Heeeey hey hey looky here. Isn't it convenient that Big Daddy is standing right there. I throw out my olive branch...
"Hey can you give me a hand please"

silence and him still staring into the bathroom where the kids are in the tub.

"DUDE, can you GIVE ME A HAND!?"

I think he is still thinking on how to get out of this one.

" A HHHHAAAAAAAAAAAND here please"

Big Daddy goes into the bathroom, closes the door and turns on the fan.

Nice.

So I wait.... Big Daddy comes out of the bathroom with the stench in tow and sits down at the computer desk. I walk right up to him and ask if he has gone deaf. "No, why?"
I explain what has just gone on. I get a "doh, hahaha, musn't have heard you" with a continuation of him sitting there as I head back to Joseph's room.
I then return to the computer desk and say "you STILL didn't get the hint?"
"about what?" he replies, as though the previous conversation never happened.

I better go check on the mushrooms.