I’ve asked B to go downstairs to get a new bottle of dish soap. He has been gone longer than necessary.
Mom, hollering down the stairs — Just grab one B! Any of them will be fine!
After a minute or so, B comes back upstairs.
Mom — What took you so long?
B — I was getting one you would really like. I got you this grapefruit one. I thought you would like the smell. You said you liked it once. Smell it! What do you think?