One afternoon
a man came home from work to find total mayhem in his house. His
three children were outside, still in their pajamas, playing in
the mud, with empty food boxes and wrappers strewn all around
the front yard. The door of his wife's car was open, as was the
front door to the house.
Proceeding into the entry, he found an even bigger mess.
A lamp had been knocked over, and the throw rug was wadded against
one wall. In the front room the TV was loudly blaring a cartoon
channel, and the family room was strewn with toys and various
items of clothing.
In the kitchen, dishes filled the sink, breakfast food was
spilled on the counter, dog food was spilled on the floor, a
broken glass lay under the table, and a small pile of sand was
spread by the back door.
He quickly headed up the stairs, stepping over toys and
more piles of clothes, looking for his wife. He was worried
she may be ill or that something serious had happened. He found
her lounging in the bedroom, still curled in the bed in her
pajamas, reading a novel.
She looked up at him, smiled, and asked how his day went.
He looked at her bewildered and asked, "What happened
here today?"
She again smiled and answered, "You know every day
when you come home from work and ask me what in the world I
did today?"
"Yes," was his incredulous reply.
She answered, "Well, today I didn't do it."
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