The wife looked disappointed and said,
“That’s strange… because I already called the police and told them you were chasing the burglar downstairs.”

The husband blinked.
“What?! Why would you do that?”

Before she could answer, flashing red and blue lights lit up the bedroom walls. Moments later, loud knocks shook the front door.

Confused, the husband hurried downstairs again and opened it to find two police officers standing outside.

“Sir,” one officer asked carefully, “where’s the burglar?”

The husband rubbed his eyes. “There isn’t one.”

The officers exchanged glances.

Just then, the wife appeared at the top of the stairs with folded arms.

“There may not be a burglar,” she said, “but there is someone who sleeps through every emergency.”

The husband froze.

She continued, “Last month it was the smoke alarm. Last week it was the leaking pipe. Tonight I just wanted to know if you’d actually get up when I needed help.”

The officers tried—and failed—to hide their smiles.

One of them chuckled. “Well, sir… good news is your house is safe.”

The other added, “Bad news? Sounds like you’ve got some explaining to do.”

The husband looked at his wife, still holding the baseball bat and standing in his boxers, and sighed.

“Next time,” he muttered, “I’m checking for burglars and traps.” 😄