We were at Starbucks again, the Roo-girl and I.
Don't judge me. It was a late-start day (oh, how I LOATHE late-start days), and I dropped her off to meet her friend before I toddled off to work.
I ordered our drinks and stepped to the side ... and a woman stopped me.
"I know you from Local Synagogue. You're Janet, right? I'm Kevin's mom ... from the preschool."
I blinked at her ... and remembered. Sorta.
She looked behind me. "And you're -- um -- Roo-girl!"
Roo nodded, and I smiled. "Do you remember Kevin?" I asked her.
She shook her head. "Well, you were only 3," I said.
The woman and I exchanged a few pleasantries, and she left with her latte.
I turned back to Roo. "You really don't remember?"
Roo rolled her eyes.
"Mom, how do you expect me to remember that stuff?" she snorted. "I can't remember BREAKFAST!!!!!"
Honestly? I found that much funnier than she did.