Sometimes the stories just write themselves.
At today's bris, I had set up everything at the place where the circumcision would take place, then I went to prepare the baby for the bris in the Private Room.
While I don't think of myself as absent-minded, sometimes I forget an item. Today I had left my marker, an essential "tool" that I use, on the table where the bris would be taking place.
Speaking more to myself than anyone in particular, I said, "Oops. I forgot my pen!"
The baby's dad said, "Don't worry. I got one for you."
(Pause)
"No. I think I'll get mine."
(He's thinking. Puts two and two together.) "Oh man! Your surgical pen!"
And he falls down in convulsive laughter.
Good times. 😂
