Our fifteen-year-old admits that he cannot remember our birthdays. He will guess, but it is usually off by a few days, or he gets the right day but wrong month.
But there was this girl in first grade.
"She lost her first tooth on my birthday."
"Who was it?"
"I don't remember her name. And then hers was a four days later, and I lost my first tooth on hers."
"Which girl?"
"The one who always had a cast."
There were two tomboys, the most likely candidates and his favorite girls back then.
"Not the one I hit with a truck in the sandbox. The other one."
He will remember her birthday forever.
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