A young wife had been secretly seeing another man while her much older husband was at work.
One afternoon, she invited her boyfriend over, convinced the kids wouldn’t be home for hours.
But school let out early.
The front door suddenly opened.
Her two children walked in.
They froze.
There stood their mother with a strange man in the living room.
Nobody said a word.
The mother quickly introduced him.
“Oh… this is… um… a plumber.”
The kids exchanged a glance.
Neither believed her.
The boyfriend hurried out the back door, embarrassed.
The children quietly went upstairs.
That evening, everyone sat around the dinner table.
The father smiled happily.
“So, kids… how was school today?”
The oldest son shrugged.
“School was fine, Dad.”
“Great!”
The father smiled.
“And what did you do after school?”
The boy calmly replied,
“We came home early.”
The mother nearly dropped her fork.
“Oh?”
the father said.
“Anything interesting happen?”
The boy looked at his little sister.
Then back at his father.
“Not really…”
A long pause.
Then he added,
“…except Mom’s plumber forgot his toolbox.”
The father frowned.
“Plumber?”
The mother’s face turned bright red.
Thinking quickly, she laughed nervously.
“Oh yes! The sink was clogged!”
The husband nodded.
“Makes sense.”
She sighed with relief.
Then the younger daughter innocently spoke up.
“Yeah… but he never fixed the sink.”
The husband looked confused.
“He didn’t?”
“Nope.”
“He and Mommy just kept practicing wrestling in your bedroom.”
Silence.
Complete silence.
The mother’s fork slipped from her hand.
The husband slowly turned toward her.
“Wrestling?”
The little girl smiled proudly.
“Yep!”
“Mommy kept yelling…”
She paused dramatically.
“‘Not so fast! My husband will be home soon!'”
The father blinked.
The mother closed her eyes.
The son quietly added,
“And the plumber left through the back window.”
The father sat there for a moment.
Then calmly picked up his napkin.
Wiped his mouth.
Stood up.
Walked to the kitchen.
Everyone held their breath.
A few seconds later he returned…
Holding a phone.
He handed it to his wife.
She looked terrified.
“What is this?”
He smiled politely.
“The number for a real plumber.”
She looked confused.
“Why?”
He grinned.
“Because tomorrow…”
He pointed toward the kitchen sink.
“…you’re fixing it yourself.”
Even the kids burst out laughing.
And from that day forward, every time someone mentioned needing a plumber…
Mom suddenly became very interested in changing the subject. 😂
