We spent twenty minutes arguing about what happened to the milk tonight after our daughter made macaroni and cheese. She had no idea.
I finally found it.
Nope, she’s not on drugs, she’s just got that whole frontal lobe issue going on.
I didn’t even bother discussing this one with her.
“Okay, but how did…what was…I mean, were you…(sigh)…Okay, I think it’s bedtime.”