He Said, She Said

For years, we had a gray patterned comforter on our bed. The recent heat dome made that weight just uncomfortable, so we moved it to the quilt rack in our bedroom and began to use a lightweight blanket instead. This is important because the comforter was on the quilt rack nearly all summer.
Then the heat wave broke and an “incident” occurred about which my husband and I agree on only two aspects of the story.
It was the middle of the first night in which the temperatures fell below 80 degrees. They fell into the 50s and the little blanket wasn’t keeping us warm. Both of us wanted another blanket but neither wanted to get up.
The first thing we agree upon is that my hubby got up first – to use the bathroom. Since he was up, I groggily assumed he could also get a blanket.
According to HIM, the rest of the incident went like this:
As he was walking to the bathroom, still in a deep sleep state, I barked at him (like a drill sergeant), “Get a blanket.” He looked at the rocking chair – which used to have a couple of blankets in it, but didn’t, and asked, “Where are the blankets, dear?” (again, this is HIS version).
Then, according to him, I snarled out, “in the nursery.” So he stumbled into the nursery, in the dark so as to not awaken me with any lights, grabbed a few blankets, and thoughtfully brought them back to me before using the bathroom.
Now, this is what ACTUALLY happened (my version).
When I heard him get up, I roused myself from a deep sleep and tried to look at the quilt rack. It was dark and I couldn’t see but I asked, sweetly, “Isn’t there a blanket over there?”
He grunted a response and I woke up enough to realize that the comforter was no longer there – we had moved it to our guest room a couple of weeks prior.
At that point, he growled at me, “Where are the blankets?”
I replied, “There’s a stack in the nursery, honey.”
He went to the nursery, making an incredible amount of noise because he wouldn’t turn a light on, and returned a few minutes later. Tossing me two blankets, he went to the bathroom.
Here’s the second point on which we agree. The two blankets he threw in my general direction were both BABY blankets. One for my feet and one for my knees, I guessed.
He swears he couldn’t tell they were baby blankets in the dark. I put them over the bed and added my robe, while he used the third (full-sized) blanket he had gotten.
The next morning, we bickered about which of these versions was accurate. We didn’t really agree on a conclusion, because honestly we were too busy laughing at each other to decide.
But mine is the accurate one, just for the record.