Where are the Lemons?

Chris was in the kitchen the other day and asked me where the lemons were that he bought.
"I don't know? In the fruit bowl? In the fridge?"
"Nope," he said, "you must have put them somewhere.  Did you use them?"
"I didn't use them," I told him, "I really don't remember putting them anywhere."
"That doesn't make sense," he said.

Later on that night I was putting the laundry away as he was getting the girls into the bath.
"Found the lemons!" I told him from Sam's room.  That's what you get when someone gets a potato clock for Christmas.

"At least you know what time it is Dad."