Light Bulb Moment.

A few weeks ago, the light in the bathroom burned out. After the kids were in bed, I went in the bathroom to take my shower and suddenly remember that the light had burned out, so I asked Josh to change it (he can reach it without standing on something). He obliged, and as he stood there doing me a favor, I was struck by a rare opportunity. You see, our bathroom light is on the ceiling and has a glass fixture over it that is held in place by several small screws. To remove the cover, it take two hands...one to unscrew the screws and another to hold it up so it does not fall and break. So there my sweet husband was with two hands above his head, concentrating on the task at hand with the butt-end of a new light bulb in his mouth, wearing a t-shirt and his boxer shorts...and I thought, NOW is the perfect time to pants this guy. So I silently crept up behind him, gave his shorts a little tug, and ran! And poor Josh, he had no choice but to stand there and finish what he was doing, pants-less. When I came back in, there he was...still diligently working on the light fixture. I was, of course, laughing so hard that I was crying which made him start laughing, so now he was pants-less, hands above his head changing a light bulb, holding another light bulb in his mouth while laughing hysterically, and trying not to drop anything. It was a priceless moment, one that will bring a smile to my face and laughter to my heart for many years to come. Oh, and in case you are wondering, yes, I eventually helped him with his shorts...and no, he has not retaliated...YET! ;)