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 If necessity is the mother of invention, then why do they say,
 ”father knows best?”

Do not ask me. Ask your father. “But dad doesn’t know anything.” Okay. I’ll give you that. Hey Ken - where are all of your towels?
 
I don’t know. I was wondering the same thing myself.
 
See what I mean? Ken is funny, he is kind, he can arrange coals on the grill and cook up the best steaks ever, but sometimes my husband simply has no idea. Step into my living room. Into the middle of any conversation.

Hey mom - where’s my blue baseball belt?
 
Probably attached to the baseball pants you can’t find either.
 
I didn’t ask you dad. Mom - have you seen my belt?
 
Did you look in your room?
 
Yeah - I thought I did when I was looking for a t-shirt. But I didn’t see a blue belt.
All right. Let me help you. Hey Ken! I found your towels! Kyle - you can’t take dad’s towels and throw them on your floor. You need to at least hang them up.
 
I have an idea! How about we install hooks all over Kyle’s floor. That way when he throws stuff, he’s bound to get one on there.


 Yeah dad — if you did that then maybe you would know where your towels are.
 
That’s not funny, Kyle.
 
Hah! I found it!
 
 The hook?
 
No! The belt!
 
Where was it?
 
Attached to the pants YOU said I couldn’t find but I DID.

Today’s Life Recipe: Smile during the dig. God was totally onto something when he made female cats the hunters.