We were in the car on the way there, and she noticed that I had some clothes piled up on the back seat.
"Mom, why are your clothes in the car?" she asked.
"That's my dry cleaning," I said. "I put it in the car so that I can try and remember to take it to the dry cleaners."
"Just think it in your brain, mommy," she said, like totally DUH. "That's what I do."
Sometimes I'm not totally sure I heard her right, and I have to ask her to repeat herself. Tonight I think I was also rocking out to the new Incubus song and was only half-listening. "I'm sorry sweetie, what did you say?" I turned down the radio.
"Think it in your brain about takin' that to the dry cleaners, okay?"
Well then. Okay.