I Forgot that I Forgot You

Finn is surrounded by people. On Thanksgiving day there were 25 people in the house, and he got plenty of attention. I was sitting in the corner with Andy, pirating world music and chatting about religion, a room away from the crowd. Finn was happily listening to a cello concert by his cousin, Thorpe, and sitting on his auntie Joyce’s lap. Happy as can be. Then he happened to look my way, and he let out a whine and pointed. Like, “You! I forgot that I forgot about you, and now there you are, and now that I remember, I need you RIGHT NOW!”