I'm on the floor, a bit dirty because I'm finishing some touches of paint on the wall.
She says, "Is this yours?"
and holds up a child's Superman bookbag.
Not a lunchbox.
Not a totebag.
Not an adult's Superman bookbag.
Nope
It is a child's Superman backpack.
Not a totebag.
Not an adult's Superman bookbag.
Nope
It is a child's Superman backpack.
My response?
"Oh, yeah... Where'd you find it?"
"Your wife left it in my office."
: )
Kind of funny that she automatically knew it was mine.
PS. That's where we take out food every day.
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