Last night, after a very satisfying fireworks show at the city park, the Husbandly One was trying to reset his brain into work mode. The kids, most especially the Impossible Son, were still sort of ramped up and not ready for bed, but THO certainly was!
I was noodling around on the computer, and when he came in, I could have sworn he said, "Gotta go to bed early, I got STORKS!!" Then he promptly left while my mouth fell open and my brain sort of flailed around in my head and I went, "Wait...WHAT???"
And I promptly lost it in a burst of hysterical laughter.
By the time he returned, I had calmed down somewhat, and I said, "You know, honey, I'm really sorry to hear you have storks. Sounds kind of painful, and really, instead of going to bed, I think you should go to the hospital!"
I must not have been as calm as I thought I was, because I had to repeat that a few times before he understood me. And then he stared at me and said, "What the hell are you talking about??" before he started laughing and said, "Oh, wait... that's what it sounded like I said, isn't it?"
"Oh, yeah!" I said, wheezing at this point.
"Uh, well... what I said was gotta go to bed early, I gots to work, you know."
"Yeah, I kinda figured that out," I said, shaking my head. "The hearing glitch strikes again."
He shook his head, laughing, and went to go fuss at the Impossible Son to turn the TV off and get ready for bed.