I picked up my Cub Scout den leader shirt last night.
The Wife hasn’t stopped snickering at me since.
I finally called her on it. She quickly protested “But who was helping you out to setup the den meeting last night?” All while smiling and batting her baby-blues at me.
“Obviously, it’s only because you don’t have to wear the attire” I replied.
Without a word, she walked away with a smile on her face.
Grrrr. I hate it when she get the last word like that.