Max was invited to a friend’s birthday party. Last night I asked him to put the invitation in my purse so I wouldn’t forget about it. Two minutes later I found it on the kitchen floor near the basement door.
"Max!" I called out. He came running into the kitchen. "Why is this invitation on the floor? I asked you to put it in my purse."
His reply? "Because, Mom, that’s where your purse usually is."