Brooklyn Decker and I are on a call when she says she can’t find her phone. There’s a beat, then it hits her. “Oh my god,” she says into the device already at her ear. “That was mom brain.” The lapse is entirely forgiven — I have no kids and look for my keys while they’re in my hand more than I care to admit — and she can really bear no blame. Decker’s life has a lot of moving parts.