I came right to the edge of tears when I got out a box of Christmas decorations and found the box for the little gold-painted wooden angels empty. My late mother gave them to me 35 years ago, and they are one of my favorite seasonal decorative items. I could not remember what I might have done differently in putting them away last year, and part of my distress was due to my increasingly unreliable memory.
My son came to the rescue, though, and figured out what he thought I must have done with them. Sure enough, I had put them away somewhere else, and he produced them just on the strength of his assumptions about me and his reasoning power. (But why did I save the empty box and store it in such a weird place? I don’t know.)
What made me laugh was hearing my husband make a reference to the Bible story about the rich man going through the eye of a camel.