Some variation of the following happens to me several times a week -
Me: Where did your dad go?
MoonPie: He went to Home Depot
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.