"Mom- Dad- do you have a paper and pencil?" I cried, ideas hopping merrily through my head.
My Mom searched through her purse, and my Dad felt his pockets.
"No, honey, sorry." She said
Alright, I breath, just download it into your memory, or something.
"It's somewhere around here!"
"What?" My brother asked, glancing up from his game.
"My idea! I lost it!"