I stopped by a friends house one Saturday morning to help her with some yard work. She invited me in and I sat down in the kitchen while she finished up some cleaning there. Things were a bit tense, she couldn't find the broom to sweep the floor, her son was acting up. Everything came to a head and she had to take her son into his bedroom.
A short time later she came back, apologized and said 'Sometimes he thinks I'm just a witch... now what was I looking for?'