Jarod walked by with our ironing board muttering something about needing to get all of the clothes off of the bed. Usually, it's a pretty dumb question to ask someone walking by with an ironing board, "Are you going to iron?" But, I asked, and amazingly, he replied, "No. Maybe? I don't know."

"You're not going to iron?"

"Well, no. We just really need to get the clothes off of our bed."

"So, instead of putting the clothes away, you just walked all the way to the laundry room to get the ironing board and you're just going to move the clothes from the bed to the ironing board??"

"Maybe. They just need to be moved from the bed."

I'm no rocket scientist, but I really don't follow the logic.