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Caleb-ism

Caleb

Last Friday was our youngest daughter's birthday.  Our family tradition is to take the honoree to dinner at a restaurant of their choosing.  Caleb spends every Friday afternoon with PopPop (my husband) hanging out and doing guy type things.  When we took him by his house to drop him off before heading to the restaurant his parents weren't home, so we took him with us.  Always a delight and always insightful. 

The subject of my husband's old work vehicle, Big Red, came up.  Now, Big Red has not been a part of our family for about 4 years...back in the day when Caleb was 2 years old.  PopPop asked him how he remembered that truck when he was so young.  This is Caleb's response:  "I locked it up in my memory jail. When I want to remember something, I let it out.  When I'm done, I just put it back in."  My daughter asked him what he did when he didn't need the memory any more.  "I just put it in the gutter" was his reply.  Some memories you want to keep in your "memory jail" and be able to let them out when you need them.  The not so pleasant ones should be put in the gutter.  In other words, let it go.  Words of wisdom from a 6 year old.
Until next time...