Memory. The 7 year old version.

"Hey, Dad."

"Mm."

"Remember when you said we would send Maggie back to school again if she needed it? I think she needs it."

"Huh? I didn't say that."

"Yes you did. A while ago. I think she needs it."

"What 'while ago'? I don't remember ever saying that. And no, she doesn't."

"Yes. It was March. She needs more school. It's good for her."

"March? What the hell? When in March did I say that?"

"It was March. March 10th. It was a Tuesday afternoon. Just after 3 o'clock. It was gray outside, with high cirrocumulus clouds. You were wearing a striped shirt and your new cufflinks. There were five geese flying overhead in a northerly direction, and a pair of ants were crawling slowly across the window."

"Whatever. The dog is fine. Now come on - we need to go to the store. Where are your shoes?"

"I dunno. I can't remember."