We had stopped at McDonald’s for dessert. I was sipping on a Diet Coke. Daniel was half eating / half wearing a caramel sundae. We were seated at one of the tall tables in the front of the restaurant.
“I think I’m losing my mind,” said Daniel. I had to ask.
“Why do you think you’re losing your mind?”
“I found my Floam in the basement,” he said. “I forgot that I had ever bought it.”
“I don’t think you’re losing your mind,” I replied, taking another sip. “You only lost a thought. It happens to the best of us.” Daniel pondered this and absent-mindedly slurped a spoonful of semi-liquid ice cream in his mouth.
“What if I lose more thoughts?” asked Daniel. I watched a vanilla drip slowly roll towards his chin. When I couldn’t stand it anymore, I reached over and blotted it with a napkin.
“You probably have already,” I said. “But look on the bright side.”
“What bright side?”
“Well, when you found your Floam, it was like getting a new present, right?” Daniel nodded. I continued, “So, if you clean your room, I’ll bet you find all sorts of things you’ve forgotten about.”
Daniel smiled, “It will be just like Christmas!” I smiled back.
“That’s right. For all of us,” I said.