I’m over at Off Our Chests today, musing on memories and the things that slip away. Of course, my children are certain I forget even more than the average person, because my favorite defense against something I’d rather not do when they whine “But you promised!” is to insist that I don’t remember saying any such thing.
[Unfortunately, the teen has caught on. Now she claims “You promised you would” even if it’s something we’ve never discussed, and half the time I’m not entirely sure I haven’t just forgotten it. Getting old kind of sucks.]