Just tonight we are doing laundry and I went up to get a new basket. I picked up a weird one, with whites and a dark sweater and shirt on top. But I picked it up and away I went, Erin was there and could have said something anyway. Get them in the wash and away we go.
Not 10 minutes later Erin comes out and asks whether I took the basket of whites down. . . that were clean.
It gets worse. . . I was the one who switched the whites and brought them upstairs in the first place.
Truthfully, this would not be the first time something like that happened. Just a few days ago, while going to bed, Erin mentioned not doing a parents night out for Rachel since it's too late for her. First thing in the morning Rachel talks about it being pajama day at school, and I tell her she can go.
I guess you'd call it my alter ego. Clark Kent was a bit of a bumbling dolt while in secretly he became the best superhero there is, Superman. I wonder when my super power is going to come out?