The following discussion took place between my husband and nine-year-old son:
“It’s not fair, Dad. Mom wants me to make my bed, but I don’t know how.”
“It’s time you learned it. Where are your clean sheets?”
“I don’t know.”
“What do you mean by saying you don’t know? You need to look after your things well.”
“Where are Michael’s sheets?” my husband called to me.
“Right next to ours.” I replied.
After a long silence, my husband asked“, Where are ours?”