There comes a time when a woman just has to trust her husband. For example…
A wife comes home late at night and quietly opens the door to her bedroom. From under the blanket she sees four legs instead of two. She reaches for a baseball bat and starts hitting the blanket as hard as she can, leaving the covered bodies groaning in agony.
She then goes to the kitchen to have a drink.
As she enters the kitchen, she sees her husband sitting there, reading a magazine. “Hi, sweetheart,” he says. “Your parents have come to visit us, so I let them stay in our bedroom. Did you say hello to them?”