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.”

Touché.

And that, folks, is what happens when a husband gets a little too clever for his own good. Let that be a lesson—don’t dish it out if you can’t take it!

But wait, there’s more. Here’s another tale of a long-suffering wife and her husband’s (unfortunate) moment of clarity.

A woman had been loyally sitting by her husband’s side for months while he was in and out of a coma. No matter the time or day, she was always there—holding his hand, speaking