Noah: Mom, I have nothing to wear.
Me: How can that be? I've done all the laundry.
(I head upstairs to his room. Not only is his dirty laundry basket half full, but he has dirty clothes strewn all over his bedroom floor.
Me: Noah, you need to bring your dirty clothes down so I may wash them.
Noah: Oh. I forgot.
Me: Why are all of your clothes on the floor?
Noah: I don't know
Me: Noah, you have to have a better reason than "I don't know."
Noah: Well...because if I put them in the laundry basket I was afraid they would overflow.