The PhD: I'm all packed! (for an overnight with his dad)
Me: You have clean underwear? Socks?
The PhD: Yup.
Me: Your toothbrush? Deoderant?
The PhD: Not my deoderant. I don't know where it is.
Me: What do you mean you don't know where it is?
The PhD shrugs.
Me: Wait. Have you not been wearing deoderant all week?
The PhD: Nope.
Me: No wonder you haven't made any new friends at school.
The PhD: Aww, Mom!