I have the habit, good or bad, of taking off my wedding ring when I do the dishes or if I am working on something around the house.
“Lauren? I can’t find my wedding ring. Where did you put it?”
“I did not touch it.” She says from the other room.
“Are you sure?”
“Yes. I am sure.” She says as she gets up from the sofa.
“Are you positive?”
“Did you maybe put it in the….Oh nevermind.”
Lauren enters the kitchen. “Did you find it?”
“Where I left it.”
“Do you want to apologize?”
“Yes. But I won’t.”
Conversation number two starts off in a similar way.
“Lauren? Have you seen my pajama pants?”
“You mean the ones you wore last night?”
“They are on the hook on the back of the door.”
I, of course, look on the back of the door to our bedroom, which has never had a hook. I look to her confused. Lauren rolls her eyes and said, “The back of the bathroom door.”
Confused I walk over to the bathroom door to find them hanging on the hook. I gave Lauren a puzzling look and said, “I didn’t put them there.”
Shaking her head, “Oh I KNOW.”