Me: Hey Olivia, I didn't know you could burp the alphabet.
O: Um . . . who told you that?
Me: Hmm . . . why don't you try to guess?
O: Sister Schmidt?
O: Sister Phillipson?
O: Sister Walker?
O: Oh, right. Dad.
Me: Try again.
O: Sister Pedersen?
Me: No. So, exactly who all have you been burping the alphabet for?
O: . . . . .
O: Uh, I have short-term memory loss.
And then, like any other mother would do, I asked for a demo.
She really can.
(I stopped her at D.)
Maybe it's time to start piano lessons.