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What did you do today

A man came home from work and found his three children 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 and
there was no sign of the dog.

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, the fridge door was open wide, 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 might be ill, or that something serious had happened. He
was met with a small trickle of water as it made its way out the bathroom
door.

As he peered inside he found wet towels, scummy soap and more toys strewn
over the floor.

Miles of toilet paper lay in a heap and toothpaste had been smeared over
the
mirror and
walls.

As he rushed to the bedroom, he found his wife still curled up 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 you ask me what in the world I do all day?'

'Yes,' was his incredulous reply

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

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