My son left his dirty socks on the living room floor yet again, and instead of picking them up and throwing them in the hamper, I left them there all night. In the morning, I confronted him about his forgetfulness, lecturing him on responsibility.
“Oh,” he said. “I left my socks there to remind me to have a tea in the morning.”
“Your socks are always thrown on the floor,” I said.
“And I always remember to make myself a tea.”
He had a point.
