When I lived with my parents, I often asked my mom where things were, before I’d really done a thorough search.

“Mom, where are the leftover sweet potatoes?”

“Mom, where’s my plain white button down shirt?”

“Mom, where’s the tape measure?”

You get the idea. Mom inevitably knew where everything was (even if it had hidden itself in the far reaches of my bedroom) and every now and then, after she shouted the answer to my query back at me from the other end of the house, she’d tack on there, “Why don’t you look for yourself every now and then, before you ask me?” To which I’d reply, “Because you know where everything is – it’s much faster if I just ask you!”

At that point, most parents say things like, “Wait’ll you have kids of your own,” but I’ve never really been one for waiting.

This morning, Flo and I played out this scenario.

“Kristy, where’s my black sweater that I like?” Which reminds me a lot of some other situations experienced:

“Kristy, do we have more Nutella?”

“Kristy, where are the scissors?”

And you get the idea. Well the apple never falls far from the tree, so upon throwing Flo his black sweater this morning, I tacked on, “You know, sometimes you could look for yourself before you ask me.”

And he answered, “But you know where everything is – I’m just trying to be efficient and save time by asking you!”