One afternoon, a man came home from work to find total chaos in his house.
His three children were outside, still in their pajamas, playing in the mud, with empty food boxes and wrappers scattered all over the front yard.
The door of his wife’s car was open, as was the front door of the house.
As he stepped inside, he found an even bigger mess.
A lamp had been knocked over, and a rug was crumpled against the wall.
In the living room, the TV was loudly blasting cartoons, while the family room was covered in toys and scattered clothes.
In the kitchen, dishes filled the sink, breakfast food was spilled on the counter, dog food was all over the floor, a broken glass lay under the table, and a small pile of sand was spread near the back door.
Worried that something terrible had happened, he rushed upstairs, stepping over toys and more piles of clothes, searching for his wife.
He found her in the bedroom, still in her pajamas, lying in bed and calmly reading a novel.
She looked up, smiled, and asked, “How was your day?”
Completely bewildered, he asked, “What happened here today?”
She smiled again and said, “You know how you always ask me what I did all day?”
“Yes,” he replied.
“Well… today, I didn’t do it.”