I have a pretty lousy memory. My friend from high school can recount conversations we had in the 9th grade, but I can barely remember who I went to the prom with. Quite the opposite is Henry and his steel trap of memory and facts. At times it frightens me.
I thought I was safe for several more years, as I certainly have very few memories before I was six. I don't know a lot about children, so maybe crazy, good memory is just something kids have, but I'm continually shocked by the details Henry retains. Give him your grocery list and he'll recite it for you as you're going down the aisles.
After school yesterday, the lady in the parking garage handed Henry a smartie. Henry looked at it and said, "I ate one of these at the parade, last night". (Everything in his life happened "Last Night".) He had, in fact, eaten one, almost a year ago at a 4th of July parade. I'm like, "dude, you were two and a half?!" I asked him to tell me more about the parade and he listed the people that were there, what he ate and that he had to go to bed before the fireworks started.
He can point out every fast food restaurant he's ever been to and tell you the exact toy he received in the Happy Meal. And now that I think about it, he can tell you who gave him pretty much every toy and book that's in his playroom and the holiday on which it was given.
We went to a Doodlebops concert a few weeks ago and Henry reminded me that he went 'last night" with his grandpa and daddy. This was a year ago, he could barely speak then, but he sure was paying attention to stuff. Perhaps I should start locking the bathroom door. I'd feel terrible if he had to remember what I look like naked.
