I Didn’t Do It
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 said “What happened here today?”
She again smiled and answered, “You know every day when you come
home from work and you ask me what in the world did I do today?”
“Yes,” was his incredulous reply.
She answered, “Well, today I didn’t do it.”