My son is stick-handling a hockey ball on the hardwood floor in the family room, when I notice a skate wrench lying on the table.
I say, “Why don’t you put that skate wrench in your hockey bag?”
“Okay,” he says.
“Why don’t you do it now, while you’re thinking about it?”
“Okay,” he says.
A couple minutes later, when he’s still stick-handling and the wrench is still lying there, I say, “While you’re thinking about it, why don’t you put that skate wrench in your hockey bag?”
“Okay,” he says.
“That’s the third time you’ve said okay, and the wrench is still there.”
“I’m still thinking about it.”