I took Son #1 to the Pittsford Teachers' Jazz Ensemble last night while the hubby and Son #2 went to karate and then out for Chinese.
Later, Son #2 was reading his fortune cookie which said something about an admirer appearing soon in his life.
Son #2: I know who it is! It's your boss!
Me (laughing): Why on earth would it be my boss?!
Son #2: Because she sent me those postcards . . . !
Honestly, that kid remembers, fondly, events that took place years ago as if they were yesterday.
I just hope that I'm storing karmic credits with that kid that I can leverage at a later date. Grannie Annie should be set for life!
2 comments:
Sounds like he takes after you. You seem to remember, even now, some pretty trivial useless information from when you were a kid. I, on the other hand, don't remember anything from before age 13 or 14.
I have a knack for the useless. It's the useful stuff I have difficulty remembering.
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