Ethan’s bedtime stories tonight came from a different bookshelf than usual. One of the characters was the Abominable Snow Monster. When Ethan asked what abominable meant, I didn’t know well how to describe it. I told him that I should look the word up. Then I subsequently forgot all about it, but half an hour later when I was walking by Ethan’s room, he reminded me from his bed, asking if I could look up abominable and tell him about it when the sun wakes up.