But does he know what line Bill Clinton is famous for? (No no no.)
I was driving past the park today and spotted two porta-potties lying on their sides at the edge of a hill. I saw these and of course thought of Cornerstone '96, the hottest, grimiest week of my life, which culminated in hundreds of strangers having a huge mud fight and eventually sliding down a mud-soaked hill on the ripped-off door of a Johnny-On-The-Spot (which, thank goodness, seemed as gross to me at the time as it does now.) I love how memories that you didn't know were memories flare up unexpectedly. Which brings me, of course, to my Flaco. He is significantly more like an elephant than a goldfish. We drove to Menards the other day, and as we waited in the car for Matt to come out, he said "There is a giant black cat inside mamita!" (which he had seen about two months ago - an inflatable Halloween decoration.) I said "Do you know what color its eyes were?" (Just to see, just to see.) And he tells me "They're purple!" Which they are. Were. And the fact that he remembers things now makes taking him places and doing things with him even more wonderful. He remembers seeing a baby pig at George McFall's house back in June; he remembers riding an elephant with Abu in July. He remembers seeing his Uncle Brian at Christmas last year (when he was only 14 months old!) And of course he remembers more than that, but these are some of the ones he's been talking about lately. He even has some memories absolutely unaccounted for -- he saw a man at the shop the other day with white hair and puffy bags under his eyes, and he looks at him and says "Mamita, look, it's Clinton!" This Flaco this Flaco -- I'm so glad he's mine.