Beanie: "Mama, what’s the answer to the question you asked Rose?"

It is 7 a.m. Rose is still in bed. This question, whatever it was, must
have been asked yesterday. Or who knows when. I ask Beanie what
question she means.

Beanie: "Remember? The one you asked."

Me: "Um. No. What question did I ask?"

Bean: "I can’t remember. But I really want to know the answer."