While I was getting ready this morning, John appeared in the bathroom wearing his baseball hat.
See, I know John and I was confused as to how he managed to wake up enough to get his baseball hat out of the bin after having just woken up. Turns out, I was incorrect in my assumption that he put it on this morning. He actually put it on last night after Andy and I had put the kids to bed. The following conversation occurred…
- Me: John, why are you wearing your baseball hat?
- John: I slept in it.
- Me: Why did you do that?
- John: Because.
- Me: Didn’t that hurt your head?
- John: No. I was sleeping.
Note to me… Don’t ask next time. Just don’t ask.