A Husband Pretended to Work Late to Avoid the Hardest Hours with His Three Young Kids – When His Wife Found Out, She Taught Him a Lesson He Couldn’t Talk His Way Out Of

I used to laugh and agree with her.

She always called.

The first crack in Johnny’s story came on a Tuesday evening.

I had just gotten the youngest into pajamas and was trying to convince the other two that carrots were, in fact, food when my phone rang.

The man on the other end introduced himself as one of Johnny’s coworkers and asked if I could tell Johnny they needed a number from some paperwork he had handled earlier that day.

Not a normal pause.

“You might still catch Johnny,” I said, shifting the phone to my other ear while wiping applesauce off the table. “He’s working late again.”

There was a pause.

Not a normal pause. An awkward one.

“Uh…” he said. “Johnny left with the rest of us.”

I stopped wiping.

I actually laughed.

“What?”

“He left at five.”

For a second, I actually laughed because I assumed we were talking about different days.

“No, I mean tonight.”