Some things are still alive and well.

When I'm out for 5 seconds without the baby and bump into someone I know, they always ask;
"Where's the baby?".
Me:  "I left him in the car with a pack of smokes and a lighter. That should keep him happy for a while."
Me:  "Crap! Good question!"
Me:  "Baby? What baby? Who are you?"

I demand to know if my husband ever gets asked this ridiculous question and if not, since it's no longer circa 1950, why not?