Brother is supposed to be getting in his pajamas but he’s been in his closet for at least 10 minutes. I go to check on his progress.
Me: Brother? Are you ready?
Brother: Oh, sorry. I got distracted.
Me: Really? You’re in your closet. What’s in there to distract you?
Brother: My IMAGINATION!
Of course. It was silly of me to even ask. Now, if his imagination would just get ready for bed.