Okay, first of all, in my defense I was completely set up. My wife knows that like every other red blooded American heterosexual male, I hate shopping. I mean, I don't mind going to the store to buy stuff, I don't like "shopping." I know exactly what I need before entering a store, I will get said items, pay and leave. I however can not stand walking up and down each isle of the store, gazing at every item on the shelves.
So I get off duty from the Fire Dept last Saturday morning, I drive home and and am greeted by my (three year old) son and my lovely bride at the door, like I'm in a Norman Rockwell painting

. After a warm fuzzy greeting my wife says, " Hey let's take Brodie to IHOP!" ( He loves the pancakes with strawberries and whip cream.)
"Hey why not," I think. I usually take a shower and put on civilian attire before leaving the station ( don't wanna bring home any funky Bi-Funn- Goo) So I tell them to load up!
Now, next thing I know I am sitting in IHOP enjoying a decent breakfast, and a bottomless cup of joe, when my wife says, "Since we're right across the street, lets go to 'SAMS ClUB'." Like she just came up with this "novel idea.

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I just give her that look of, " Oh I know what you did, I know EXACTLY What you did!

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But, of course after we finish eating we drive her Jeep Liberty over to SAM'S. Just where I wanted to be on a Saturday morning.
Now, here we are Brodie in the buggy, me pushing the cart, and my lovely bride walking along side. She then instructs me to, "Wait right here, I'll be back."
(I can start feeling steam coming out of my ears right about now)

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She soon returns with a brand new broom in her hand. She sticks it in the cart ( with the hanlde sticking out, at just the right ankle to give me a black eye) And, proclaims, "I need a new broom."
So, with out missing a beat I said, "Why, something wrong with you're Jeep?

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BTW the stiches will come out ina few more days, and the doc says I am lucky as the scar will be in my hair line, and will not be visible."