Some husbands just don’t know when to stop. One evening, a man—clearly feeling a bit too confident and cheeky—decided to poke fun at his wife. With a smirk, he said, “Maybe we should start washing your clothes in Slim Fast… might take a few inches off your backside!” He laughed at his own joke, thinking he had landed a good one.
Cue the silence.
His wife, however, wasn’t about to let that jab slide without a clever comeback of her own. She didn’t argue. She didn’t scold. Instead, she waited patiently. The next morning, as her husband reached into his dresser drawer to grab a clean pair of boxers, a cloud of fine white powder puffed out unexpectedly. Coughing and blinking in surprise, he held the underwear out at arm’s length.
“What the heck is this?!” he shouted, now more confused than amused.
April!” he called to his wife. “Why is there talcum powder in my underwear?!”
From the bathroom came her calm, sweet voice: “Oh, honey… that’s not talcum powder. It’s Miracle-Gro.”