SOTD – When Husbands Get Too Clever!

Not the comfortable kind of quiet. The kind that carries weight. The kind that should make any sensible person immediately apologize and retreat.

He didn’t.

His wife folded another shirt with deliberate calm, set it neatly on the pile, and smiled. A slow, polite smile that meant absolutely nothing good.

The husband, blissfully unaware, went to bed that night thinking he’d gotten away with it.

The next morning, he opened his dresser drawer and grabbed a clean pair of boxers. As soon as he shook them open, a cloud of fine powder exploded into the air.

He inhaled sharply, coughing as the dust coated his nose and throat.

“What the—?” he sputtered.

He held the underwear at arm’s length, staring at them like they’d personally betrayed him.

“APRIL!” he shouted down the hallway. “Why is there talcum powder in my boxers?!”

From the bathroom came her voice—light, sweet, almost musical.

“Oh, honey,” she said. “That’s not talcum powder.”