I wish I could make up stuff like this; I truly do.
A few weeks ago Wesley and I decided to go out for supper to celebrate our anniversary. Kenyon was to spend the evening with his grandparents.
As I was loading Kenyon into the pickup I realized that I had forgotten his blanket in the house. I looked at Wesley and asked him to go get Kenyon's blanket. I said, "it's the brown blanket laying on the arm of the couch."
Wes went into the house and reappeared 30 seconds later...... holding a tan tea towel with blue roosters on it.
He gave me a half-hearted smile. "I'm pretty sure this isn't quite right, but it's kinda brown and it was laying on the couch with the folded laundry. It will work, right?"
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Just like mama said... If you can't say something nice, don't say anything at all.