The Memory of a Five Year Old

Today, when asked if he wanted anything from the grocery store, my five year old said, “Remember when [our cousin] came here and I was three and we had fruit roll-ups and you kept them on the top shelf?”

“No.”

“Well, can you get those? I don’t care what the package looks like.”

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