Oh, to be a kid again...

Conversation with No. One Son when Papa dropped him off this evening:

"Dad, I had a yellow day at school today. I'm sorry. I know you're really mad at me."

"No, I'm not mad. Everyone has a bad day now and then. What happened that you got a yellow day?"

"I don't remember."

"You don't remember?"

"No. But a bee stung me in the nose at second recess."

"Really?"

"Yeah."

"But you don't remember why you had a yellow day?"

"No."

Why can't my life be that simple?