As I was sweeping up the lunch crumbs from under the table, I heard footsteps approaching. I assumed it was Ellena, since Evan was playing in his room. I ask, "Who's there? Oh, it's Evan. Hi Evan. Where's Ellena?"
He replies in a very matter-of-fact voice, "I don't know. You are in charge of knowing where she is." Ah yes, that I am. Thanks for the reminder, son.
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