"Please, John. Grab me a package of ground beef from the freezer." He's mailing laundry and the freezer is only a few steps away from the clothes room. He comes back empty handed. "Did you forget?"
"Did I forget what?"
"The meat. You forgot the meat."
"Oh." A few minutes later the meat appears on the kitchen counter.
And then, "Where was I going?" John is holding an armload of dolls and looking bewildered.
"Might you have been going to put those in the girls room?"
He's back in a bit with an explanation. "The problem is, Mom, that I keep passing through the Fogs of Forgetfulness. They seem to be thickest in the hallway."
I chuckle with him. He will have to do battle with the Fogs of Forgetfulness for his entire life but humor is a powerful coping mechanism. One that I hope holds my absent-minded boy in good stead as he sets out to make his mark on the world.