Any unemancipated party must conduct a full visual search of all interior areas before exiting the residence for the purpose of ascertaining the whereabouts of any adult party, including but not limited to, mommy.
In an effort to illustrate the validity of this new edict, I suggested the possibility that I might be unable to answer them as they called to me from some distant part of the home... For example, I may have slipped and fallen, hitting my head on the hard tile floor and been left lying unconscious in the laundry room, thus the need for a visual inspection before conducting a house-to-house search. Logan gave that some consideration and came up with an alternate scenario. "Maybe you broke..." He paused here for a moment and I waited for him to finish his thought, "...your talking."
I broke my talking? I wonder if he was using irony to mock the ridiculousness of my law with the absurdity of his example.
Or maybe it was just wishful thinking.