The craziest thing happened last week. My wife Heidi was visiting her sister for the day and I
was home with the kids. So I decided to take the three of ‘em out for lunch and then we went to
the park.
It was a lot of fun, I love spending time with the kids. Then afterwards we stopped for ice
cream. Got home and everything seemed fine until Heidi came home and pointed out that none
of the kids were ours. Apparently I brought home five completely different kids and left our
three at the park. Go figure huh!
Man, my wife was freakin’ out, she was like “Didn’t you realize these were the wrong kids?
Besides, we only have three not five!” I told her to calm down and I would find our kids. Right
as I was about to go out looking for them, the phone rang. It was the police saying they had the
kids at the station and to please come down there with the five kids I accidently brought home so
everyone could be reunited with their parents.
Everything worked out, but the wife doesn’t trust me with the kids anymore. She’s afraid I’m
gonna lose them again. I don’t understand what her problem is, it’s only the third time this has
happend.
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