We got a piano.  It's a digital one and I am quite surprised at how much it feels and sounds like a real piano.  So after printing off a piece that I used to have memorized and struggling to even figure out the right notes, I started getting down on myself.  I don't think people realize how horrible my memory really is when I say it's bad.  I don't even remember much about my good friends growing up.  Anyway, so I told Will that I was a little sad that I don't have a good memory and he goes, "What's 1+1?". I answered 2 and he exclaimed, " How do you know so much!", like he was so proud of me for remembering.  He is such a sweetie.