Headlamp

The wind picked up outside, making my father irritable. "Have you got a flashlight?" he asked me, "There could be a power outage." Not surprisingly I didn't have one in my desk, so he grumbled something and went to his bedroom.

Mom was already in bed by the time he got there. "Do you have a flashlight? The power's going to go out," he said.

"Of course I do," she replied, "on my night table, right here."

"And does it work?"

"Yes."

"And do you have any extra ones, just in case?"

"Yes, under the bed." She got out of bed, dug around underneath it and produced two headlamps.

"And do those work?" he asked.

"Of course," she replied, putting one on her head.

"You're naked, wearing a headlamp."

"Yeah, so?"

"That's weird."