Even the best marriages have their moments of miscommunication. Bryan and I had one of those moments recently. It went a little something like this:
Bryan and I had just given Micah his bath. I took Micah to his room to get him changed for bed. The baby powder was out in the hallway, so I asked Hannah to hand it to me. It must have been in an awkward position because when I opened it, it sprayed powder in my face. I let out a little yelp
“Aack!”
“Are you OK?”
“Yeah, I just poofed myself.”
“Do you need me to help clean Micah up?”
“No, I”
“Ummmmm……..ooooookay?”
“Poofffffffed. As in with the powder.”
“Oh . . . good.”
Commence hysterical laughter.
Yes, apparently, my husband thought I pooped myself.
Tell me your best marital miscommunication story.
