Yikes

You know, I joke all the time about the fact that I no longer have a memory is because the kid sucked it out of me. But I may not, in fact, be wrong. Because she has a SCARY sharp memory.

Case in point: Several months ago, I wanted to get her a clock for her room so she would know when she was allowed to start bellowing for us in the morning. We bought a cute frog clock from Target but when we got it home and opened the package, I found out that it was broken. So I took it back the next day and saw that that was the last one, so instead, I dug up an old Mickey Mouse clock of mine and we've been using that.

Well, tonight, out of nowhere, she's talking about what time it says on the clock and says, "What happened to the frog?" I say, "What frog?" thinking, she can't possibly mean the frog clock. But no. She did; she says, "The clock with the frog on it. Where did it go?"

Keep in mind that a) this was, like SIX MONTHS AGO, b) we owned said clock for less than 24 hours, and c) it has NEVER been mentioned again. Like, we don't sit around waxing rhapsodic, "Gee, remember that frog clock?" Hell, I'D even forgotten about it.

So... that kind of freaks me out. And it's getting to the point where she's reminding ME of things. I somewhat fear that I'm going to be committed any day now; yeesh...