He allowed the children to stay up late last knowing they had to be up early for playgroup while I went to Zumba.
Not only did he do this, he also brought home and left in child sight, a can of Apple Tango. One singular can. We have two children 
I now have two over tired children, one can of Tango and to top it all off my head phones have broken and with all the screaming I have forgotten where my emergency pair are. Oh yes and the Greyhound keeps farting. I'll find a way to blame DH for that too shortly.