Mr. Aitch and I have some plans in a couple of weeks that involve being out-of-town.  He has to rearrange his schedule one evening but was adamant about not changing his choir rehearsal schedule.

Well, the accompanist for his choir wasn’t available the night they usually practice so that through a monkey wrench into our plans.

I suggested he have practice the Saturday morning before the service the following Sunday.  That idea was nixed immediately.  I guess he didn’t want to give up watching cartoons. (Do they still have cartoons on Saturday mornings?)

So then I suggested Plan A. 

Then Plan B.

And finally Plan C.

He had to think.

And think.

And think.

He suggested Plan X. 

Then Plan Y. 

And finally Plan Z.

Nothing seemed to work.

And all of a sudden:

He came up with another plan: My original Plan A!!

And it was all his idea.