Last night I went to bed after your father, which meant dressing in the dark. When I woke up in the morning I was not wearing what I thought had been my pajama t-shirt.
I looked down at my shirt in those first groggy moments of waking and tried to orient myself. “What am I wearing?” I asked.
“Huh,” your father answered. “That’s the shirt I come home from the gym in. It’s not as wet as my gym shirt, but I’m not going to lie, it’s pretty gross.”
“Why do you put your nasty gym shirt on the bed??” (On top of my pajamas, I might add.)
“I dunno. But, I know why I’m going to do it from now on!”
Yuk it up, funny man.