The Boy: Remember how you told me I was going to Monterey that one time?
Me: No. How?
The Boy: With the glass bottle? Remember?
Me: (blank stare)
The Boy: We were at the corner restaurant having dinner, and I took my little sister to the bathroom or something, and when I came back to the table the waitress brought me a message in a bottle. It said "pack your bags, you're flying to Monterey for the youth leadership conference!"
Me: I did that?
The Boy: Yeah! You don't remember?
Me: Huh. Dang. You've got a really cool mom!
I think I need a new memory stick installed. I've run out of space or something.