The Human Mind is a Wonderful Organ

As I discussed yesterday, the nephews were visiting. One of the most amazing things I have seen is the transformation of my nephew. His early years, living with my sister, were rough, to say the least. He has been living with his father and step-mom, who should be knighted with sainthood. (Yea, I know that is a totally mixed-image, but you get the jest, I am sure.)

We were at the barn for my lesson and someone asked him who he belonged to. He replied, my Aunt Liz. He was then asked, how is she your aunt. He replied the way a ten-year-old would, "my grandma was her mother." No mention that my sister is his mother; no mention of her whatsoever.

Later in the day, someone asked him if he remembered who she was. He said no. She said well, you and your sister came to visit at the other barn. You guys rode Luke. He said, sorry, don't remember. He then asked me about it. Well, the only other time he as been to the barn was with my sister and the "brat" girl who was living with them, about four years ago. I asked if he remembered, the "brat" (NO, I didn't say it like that), her dad, his mom, my sister. He said no. Can't say that I do. Is it ok that I don't remember? Yes, it is. Except, he also doesn't remember our (the Stevens Family Birthday Trip) to Disneyland that same year.

Ah, but I have photos of that trip. Glad the other "trip" is locked away. Thank you, Janelle.