Yesterday I sent John upstairs for his Bee, as we were about to go somewhere. A couple minutes later, after not hearing anything, I went to the stairs. He was partway down again, and said "Mommy, what am I doing upstairs?"
He gets this strain from both sides: Daddy, just by being a male, and Mommy, who has a memory like a sieve.
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so sorry - i have a new plan for my memory lapse - i'm going to start thinking about the memory cells i do have and think that they r growing - there goes another one that has sprung into action....mom/mimi
HA! That's so funny. I can totally picture it...and i so relate to it, being from the Horn family and having my own 'what was i doing?' moments.
Naomi doesn't seem to exhibit this yet...though she does get easily distracted. if she's supposed to walk across the room to get her shoes - she'll come back with a crayon and a book wearing a hat!
That's great - nice to know that he fits in with the rest of us!
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