Heh... I'll have to take your word, for that.
Hm...
The other night, my Mom was lying on the coach, almost asleep, on a pile of laundry that had yet to be folded. My Dad came out of their bedroom, looking for her, and he walked right past her. Eventually, he came to the conclusion that Mom must've gone somewhere else, and he asked me where she was.
I pointed at her, atop the pile of laundry, and said, "There."
He looked.
Dad: "Where?..."
Me: *Points* "There."
Dad: *Squints* "... Under all that stuff?...."
Me: *Suppressing laughter and pointing* "No, there..."
Just about then, my Mom started laughing, and looked up at my Dad.