Six.

Conversation with my mom today:

Me: Hey mom, was there any stew left over?

Mom: Yeah, but it's frozen.  I put it in the garage.

So I go and look around the garage, but don't see it on the table where our food goes to freeze, so I ask her where it is.

Mom:  It's on the wood pile behind the door! (Saying this in a bit of an impatient tone, one that says - clearly daughter, you should know where it is.  Are you blind?)

Me: Well sorry mom, I forgot to look in the most logical place of then all.

And then we both laughed.