It happened when Grant picked up a dryer sheet off the bedroom floor that was laying next to a pile of laundry I haven't
I said, "Ok, give it to me. I'll throw it out."
"Why?" Grant asked.
I thought nothing of it. "Because it's trash", I replied.
"Why?" *queue the menacing music*
"Because...when something is trash, you throw it away."
At this point I hear Husband's voice from the computer room "Oh no!".
And so we have entered The Why Stage. It literally happened over night.
Wish us luck.