(I’m 12 years old, and a friend of mine is over at my place. We’re asked to take the dog out to walk. We’re almost at the end of our garden, when my dad calls out from the house.)

Dad: “Hey! Aren’t you two forgetting something?”

Me: “I’m pretty sure we’re not.”

Friend: “We never forget anything. We got the memory of two elephants!”

Dad: “Oh, really? Then would you Dumbos mind explaining why you’re holding a leash, but the dog is still here?”