The Cone

It isn’t funny to everyone but it’s funny to me. I’m in the bathroom doing what I do. My husband walks over to the door, stands there, and says, “Did you move the cone?” “What cone?” I said. “You know. The cone,” he says emphatically. “Did you move it?” “No, they are in the cabinet!” “Do you know what I’m talking about?” He says. “Yeah, the cones. They are in the cabinet where I put them.” “No, I’m talking about the cone out by the road. It’s gone. Did you move it? Laughing, I say, “I thought you meant the ice cream cones! Why didn’t you say the cone outside? Did someone take the cone?” “Yes, some idiot came by and stole the cone last night.” “Oh, bummer,” I said. This is how we communicate all the time. Sent from my iPad