If I have to explain it to you, we have a huge problem

I was cooking dinner last night when The Husband came downstairs from changing out of his suit:

Me: How was your day?

TH: Good. The Boy just threw up in our bedroom.

Me: Oh. Did you clean it up?

TH: Didn't have to. (smiles proudly) I caught it in a bath towel!

I stare at him a moment.

Me: One of our good bath towels?

TH: Um....yeah.

Me: And where is this towel filled with dog vomit?

TH: (still smiling proudly) In the hamper!

I stare at him a moment. I realize this conversation is not going well.

Me: Well, we need to wash it!

TH: Why?

I stare at him a moment.

Me: Will you just bring me the f-ing hamper?

Oh. My. God.