“Noah, is there anything in the laundry basket?”
“What?” he asked.
“Is there anything in the laundry basket? I don’t remember if all of the clothes were put away.”
“Where is the laundry basket? Oh, I see it now. Yes,” he said.
“Yes what?” I yelled from the kitchen.
“Yes, there’s something in the basket.”
“What is it?” I asked.
“Atoms and molecules that make up the basket -- and oxygen in the basket,” he said, as he stood in the living room.
I asked him to take the basket downstairs to the laundry room. He said he was happy to do it.
I guess it was full after all . . .