Chad's shoes sitting right on the kitchen table, which had been disinfected and scrubbed not 24 hours before. I waited to move them, more perplexed than upset. (Besides, it wasn't like sitting there longer would contaminate the table any more than it already was.)
When Chad got home, the conversation went something like this:
Me: Why are your shoes on my clean kitchen table? Were you worried that Lucy was going to eat them?
Chad looked at me with a blank stare. Clearly, I had missed the very obvious point.
Chad: No. I was trying to flatten the brim of my hat.
Oh, of course! Why didn't I think of that?
2 comments:
Oh, that's hilarious! I laughed out loud.
So like his father!!! Good Luck.
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