Just got off the phone with mom, who recalled this memory from when I was but a wee lad:
When it was time for mom to go down to the basement to do the laundry, she would say to me, “I have to wash some clothes. Do you want to come downstairs with me, or do you want to stay up here?” Sometimes I would go down with her, sometimes I would stay upstairs. She said I always stayed where she left me.
One time when she asked, I said I would stay upstairs, so she went downstairs by herself. Then she remembered she forgot something, so she turned around and headed back up the stairs almost immediately.
I was waiting for her at the top of the stairs. “Did you have to wash only one clothe?” I asked her.
This Is Drivel 