About two minutes later, I heard him say "oh yeah....a trash bag."
He came back into the kitchen with the bag and I asked him if he forgot what he was doing.
He said he did forget. Oops.
That kinda makes me feel better about myself because I do that at least once a week. Sometimes I will have to go in there multiple times before I remember what I was going for.
Either that was good for me or bad for Owen. But at least I can't say it's just me getting old.