Island Boy or Wrinkly Mama?

We stayed in a hotel last night, but more about that later.

Son1: Look, Daddy! I see a surfboard in there!
Hubby: That's not a surfboard. That's an ironing board. That's for ironing your clothes.

I roared laughing. I iron a few times a year, if I am desperate. Usually it's just tea napkins. In our home, clothes that require ironing are sent to the cleaners. My washing machine and dryer that each have amazing "wrinkle free" settings. Our clothes are rarely wrinkly. But the thought of my child mistaking an ironing board for a surfboard just tickled me.

Does that scream he grew up in Hawaii or more about my idea of housework?