Some variation of the following happens to me several times a week -

Me: Where did your dad go?

MoonPie: He went to Home Depot

Me: When?

MoonPie: Ten minutes ago.

Me: And he didn’t say good-bye?

MoonPie: Mom, he came in and kissed you on the forehead and said he’d be back in a few minutes.

Me: So he snuck out?

It’s not my fault. My brain is full of important information, like 2 diamonds over 1 no-trump is a transfer to hearts. There’s not room for everything. Geesh.