Tonight at dinner, my husband informed me that I had a piece of fuzz or something on my forehead.
I brushed my hand across my forehead and asked if I got it.
To which my husband replied, “Yes.”
Fast forward an hour…
I walk into the bathroom & glance in the mirror, as I’m washing my hands. I notice a piece of fuzz on my forehead. I wipe it off, walk out of the bathroom, and say to my husband, “I had another piece of fuzz on my forehead… Unless, it was the original one, and you lied when you said I took care of it.”
He chuckles and says, “Well, it was in a more preferable spot.”
Our 3-year-old pipes in, “Daddy, you lied to mommy!”
To which my husband replies, “I didn’t lie to mommy. I just didn’t have any energy left to deal with the situation.”
