On Tuesdays, we pick up Will as a family and stop by the Farmer’s Market on the way home. So this Tuesday, at around 11:40am, we walked out the door, locked it, walked to the car and were getting in, when Paul said, “Where’s Kate?”
Oh, that’s right, said my brain, recalling out of the fog, I have TWO children. It’s amazing to me how easily this fact slips out of my mind. 
Other parents reassure me that they, too, sometimes forget about their second child. So I thought I’d make it official that we also have moments of parental brain damage.
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