Redmond, Oregon is my home away from home. Largely because my twin sister lives here with her husband Greg and my three adorable blond nieces. So I come here to laugh with my sis, be crazy Aunt Juey, soak up Central Oregon Sun and eat gourmet Chef Greg dinners.
So here I am, surrounded by cute girls and listening to a conversation between Amy and Jill. Jill is 9 months older than Amy.
Jill is telling Amy a memory she has from ages ago. And, as stories often do when being told by a 7 year old, it gets a smidgen long and rambly and a little hard to follow. I think Amy has actually forgotten that she's supposed to be listening to her.
Many moons later, Jill says, "Amy, do you remember that!?"
A little confused, Amy replies, "Um, no."
"Wow," Jill replies. "You're forgettish."
I just love words children make up.
I wish I could remember them all and have them cataloged in a cute little box sitting by my reading spot. But, as moms will do, I will have forgotten most of the absolutely fabulous expressions my daughters (and nieces and nephews) will have said in their lives.
I guess I'm forgettish, too.