Family Visiting

Wife comes home late at night and quietly opens the door to her bedroom.

From under the blanket she notices four legs instead of two!

She reaches for a baseball bat and starts hitting the blanket as hard as she can.

Once she’s done, she goes to the kitchen to have a drink.

As she enters, she sees her husband there, reading a magazine.Hi darling, he says,

Your parents have come to visit us, so I let them stay in our bedroom.

Hope you said hello to them.

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