Isaac looked like he wanted to play so I told him to get his oinky pig
(it's a squeaky toy but it oinks instead of squeaking). He looked
around and didn't see it so I pointed him toward the kitchen, which was
the last place I'd seen it.
Isaac headed into the kitchen, and then...
maybe forgot what he was going in there to get? I certainly do that
often enough.
Instead of coming back with his oinky pig, he opened the
fridge, got out a juice box and brought me that. I can't imagine what made him think I wanted juice, it's not like that's something I ask for often. But he looked very pleased with himself when he delivered it to me, so I gave him a treat.
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