I Didn't Do It

One afternoon a man came home from work to find total mayhem in
his family's house: Their four 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 you ask me what in the world I did today?"


"Yes," was his incredulous reply.


She answered, "Well, today I didn't do it."