A peek inside the brain of a mad genius

I was having a conversation with Boy the other day. I asked him what he was thinking about. He pointed at his head and he said, "All that's in here is Legos and candy."

He made me write it down

So I'm leaving this morning to go to the airport. I'm traveling to the middle of the country to present some work. I'm getting ready, putting on one of my nicer shirts. I don't travel a ton, but the kids are reasonably used to me getting on airplanes. I'm packing a bag, dealing with the whole separate quart size ziploc bag for the liquids and such. I'm used to it, but I still roll my eyes. Boy comes up to me as I'm finishing my packing. He tells me, Dad, please get me some more of those pilot wings. Probably a year and a half ago I got him some of those wings that the pilot's have sewn onto their uniforms. The flight attendant gave them to me. I thought Boy would think it was cool, and as I had been gone about a week that trip I felt guilty. He wore them nonstop for about a week. Then we all didn't think about them again. Fast forward to today. Boy remembers. Not only does he ask me for a new set of wings as his old ones are no good anymore, he refuses to get ready for school until I write it down on a piece of paper and put it in my luggage. Pilot wings for Boy. Scrawled on my itinerary. I had to show it to him before he would move. Please let the crew have some for me. God forbid I go home and not have them. He wouldn't forgive me. So, the moral of the story is, Boy can remember minute details for a year and a half no problem. Boy thinks the only way for Daddy to remember something for more than a few minutes is to get him to write it down.