Forgetting something?

Last week I stopped home for a few minutes before leaving to go get TJ for a doctor's appointment. I was leaving the house and speaking to the neighbor boy across the street (he's 4). He had had his first day of preschool, and was SUPER excited. I left the house, road around the block and immediately returned. I got out of the car and Gavin said, "Why are you back?" I replied, "I forgot something." He nodded, as if he had known this all along and replied, "You forgot the baby!" "No, I replied, I did not forget the baby." I ran inside, grabbed my cell phone, and came back to the car. Gavin clearly did not want me to have to make another return trip so he shouted across the street, "Don't forget the baby!" "I DID NOT forget the baby!" I replied perhaps a little to loudly. "I forgot my cell phone." Gavin yelled, "Then where is the baby?" I assured him that the baby was at daycare and I was on my way to get him. Gavin said, "Thank goodness, I didn't want you to forget the baby again." For the record...I have never forgot the baby, I promise.