Wilbur does it

Brandon was headed out the door to change water on the sunflowers last night when I spotted his phone sitting on the kitchen counter.

I hollered at him through the open window and told him to wait for me to bring it out.

When I opened the door, there he was, just four feet away. Doing what boys do. In the front yard.

My family had the most awful time trying to break my youngest brother of this habit. It was where he preferred to go. But my approaching-30-year-old husband?

Seriously.

Then, he yells back at me, "Hey, I accidentally got the porch post. Sorry!"

Me: "What do you mean accidentally? Looks like you're positioned perfectly for that."

Him: "No, I was just trying to get the plant, not the post."

Me: "Well, why were you trying to get the plant in the first place?"

Him: "Wilbur does it."

Me: "Do I really need to explain the difference there?"