Audrey turned one over the weekend. We sang happy birthday to her a dozen times, reminisced about her birth, pointed out all the One Year Old Things she’s doing now. It might not sound like much, but it was enough to occupy my little mind to the point that when Ella’s mother called in the evening, I assumed she just wanted to chat. But no.

“I’m calling to make sure you remember you’re watching Ella tomorrow morning,” she said.

“Oh,” I said, “Well, technically I wasn’t remembering that right NOW, but I would have figured it out at some point.”

“Like when we dropped her off?”

“Yes, like then,” I admitted.

You see what toddling steps and ponytails do to me? Not only do I forget what’s on my calendar, I forget to lie about my own forgetfulness. Sheesh.