Al is always boggled by my lack of short term memory. I'll admit...it is awful.
Our convo yesterday morning:
Al: I can't find my insert: whatever it was that was missing (See, I've forgotten already what it was!).
Me: You'll need to look for it. And not the kind of looking you did when you lost your glasses. I mean ACTUALLY LOOK FOR IT.
Al (in that 'tween' voice): Mom, you freak me out. Why is it you remember the things I wish you would forget? But I can tell you something, and 5 minutes later you don't remember it?
Sorry, Al. It's kinda like that "eyes in the back of my head" thing.