Sometimes my husband acts like a straight man. Yesterday he spilled some limeade on our kitchen floor. (He spilled it because I didn't screw the lid on properly, but that's another story...) So he took our kitchen towel and mopped up the limeade on the floor of our kitchen. A few minutes later I thought I recognized the kitchen towel sitting next to our sink. Here's how the conversation went:
Me: "Honey, is this the towel you used to clean the floor?" (Picking up the towel from the counter)
Him: "Yes"
Me: "So...you cleaned the floor with this towel and now it's back on the counter?"
Him: "Our floors are clean."
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