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Setting: the bathroom.  Mr. Apron has just exited, Mrs. Apron has just entered, wearing her sock monkey pajamas.  She is brushing her teeth.  She looks down at the toilet, squints, and says, with a mouth full of toothpaste: “Mubby?”

Mr. Apron, in the bedroom, busy changing into his fuzzy robot pajamas, replies, “What?”

Mrs. Apron spits into the sink, but has neglected to rinse off the ring of foam around her mouth.  There is probably a drip of toothpaste on her pajamas, as well. 

“Next time you shave while you’re pooping, can you please clean the stubble off the toilet seat when you’re done?”

 “How did you know it was me?”