There must be bats in my belfry.

Another conversation with Oliver...

Oliver: Mama, I want to tell a story for you.
Me: Okay! I'm listening! Go!
Oliver: Well... you say "Pick one".
Me: Got it. Pick one!
Oliver (shrugging his shoulders up and holding out his empty hands): Um, I don't HAVE any stories!

He looked at me like I was insane. As if I had asked him if he still had the sweater for my pet iguana in his pocket instead of asking him to "pick" a story that HE wanted to tell me in the first place. What iguana?

Exactly.