Our living room. Last night. I'm lounging on the couch watching TV. LO is asleep. Hubs headed to the bathroom (not for the reason you're thinking, though).
He comes out to the living room a few minutes later, holding a plug-in night light. It's the automatic kind that turns on when it's dark, and off when there's enough light in the room. It's not rocket science.
So he walks into the living room looking dumbfounded, staring intently at the night light and then asks me, "How's this go again?"
I said, rather sarcastically, "Well, first you plug it in, then--"
"Oh, ya," he says. "Plug it in."
Yep! That's my hubs! He's been a bit overworked and mentally exhausted lately, so I cut him some slack. But certainly not until after I made fun of him several times!