Me: *forgets my finger hurts*
Me: *does something that ends up reminding me that it does indeed hurt*
Me: Ow. I forgot I had a cut on my finger.
Grace, my sister: You cut yourself making that fan today?
Me: Wanna know how I got these scars? (I only have one little cut on my finger.)
Grace: You tripped over you're cat cover in Nutella? (We don't have a cat, and we're allergic to Nutella.)
Me: Wait, is the cat covered in Nutella, or am I covered in Nutella?
Grace: Both.