Last night as Paul was looking through 7-year-old Ethan's school papers:
Paul: Ethan? Where is the classroom contract you are supposed to get signed for your teacher?
Ethan: Oh yeah... Mom needs to sign it too.
Paul: Okay - where is it?
Ethan: Where is what?
Paul: The contract we are supposed to sign.
Ethan: I don't know.
Me: You took it from me, remember? After we got out of the car?
Paul: Will you go get it please?
Ethan: Get what?
Paul: The contract.
Ethan: What contract?
Paul: The contract we are talking about.
Ethan: What are we talking about again?