Another Conversation with Max

[Setting and Backstory: It is morning. Max is cranky. He's sitting in the living room. Around 3 a.m., he'd come into his parents' bedroom and climbed into their bed. This happens every night, sometime between 3 and 6 a.m.]

Max: Why was I sleeping on the floor?

Father: When?

Max [cranky]: No, why??? Why was I sleeping on the floor?

Father: When? You weren't. You were in our bed.

Max [in a fury]: No, why???? Why was I sleeping on the floor??

Father and Mother together: When?

Mother [as Max begins to howl in misunderstood rage]: We need to know when you were sleeping on the floor to know why you were sleeping on the floor.

Max: WHYYYYYYYYY????? WHY was I sleeping on the floor last night!!!????!?

Father: You weren't. You were in our bed, and before that you were in--[cut off by furious "NOOOO! WHY???"]

Mother [guessing quickly]: Do you mean why were you on the floor in your room, before you came into our bed? Did you wake up on the floor, before you came into our room?

[Max nods as parents slump with relief.]

Mother: Maybe you slid off of your bed. So you woke up on the floor last night?

Max: Yeah.

Father: Oh. Well, I guess that's why.