One day, a man comes home from work to find total mayhem at home. The three children were outside, still in their pajamas, playing in the mud and muck. There were empty food boxes and wrappers strewn all around the front yard.
As he proceeded into the house, 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, to look for his wife. He was becoming worried that she may be ill, or that something or that something serious had happened.
He found her in the bedroom, still curled in the bed in her pajamas, reading a book. 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 everyday when you come home from work and ask me what in the world I did today?”
“Yes,” was his baffled reply.
She answered, “Well, today I didn’t do it!”