This morning, while I was brushing copious amounts of dog hair from the Husky, Peter calls me into the hallway and says, "Why is our washing machine hissing at me?"
Worried, I told him to turn it on and see if it stops. He quickly touches some knobs and takes his hands away without turning the machine on.
I asked him, "Do you even know HOW to turn on the washing machine?"
"No," he said. "I guess I don't."
"So all those times you offered to do laundry, you didn't even know how to turn on the machine?"
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It was the thought that counted.
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