I took David's shirt that he was going to wear for his pictures today and told him I needed to iron it. On my trek to the office closet, where I keep my ironing board and iron, I checked to see if an important email that I needed had been sent to me.
David came soon after and said, "Where's my shirt?"
I answered, "I need to iron it, baby."
He asked, "Did you hook it up to the computer?"
Don't I wish!