"Where's Dorfy?" she asked.

"Dorfy?" I replied.

"Yeah, where did Dorfy go?" she repeated.

I thought for a moment, then said, "Do you mean Dorothy?"

"Yeah!" she clarified. "What happened to Dorfy?"

Dorthy died well over a year ago. She was a goldfish who lived in a little tiny Sesame Street aquarium on our kitchen counter. We never mentioned that Dorothy was leaving. She just disappeared one day, aquarium and all.

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We were driving down the road, windows open, when Alexis asked, "Where is Baby Shell's Dora sock?"

I knew right away what she was talking about--the Dora sock she lost out the open car window as we were driving through Columbus several months ago.

"It's in Ohio," I replied.

"Can we go get it?" she asked.

"No," I replied. "It's to far away."

"Oh," she said. "Can we go buy another blue Dora sock?" she continued.

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"I want to wear the gray skirt," she said.

"You don't have a gray skirt," I said.

"Yes, I do! I want to wear the gray skirt with the pink shirt!" she insisted.

"Girl, you don't have a gray skirt that goes with a pink shirt," I replied.

"The pink shirt that sleeves are missing," she clarified, in her broken 3-year old English.

I thought for a moment and then realized the kid was referring to an outfit she outgrew last summer. It's been packed away since fall, if not longer.

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I know Alexis can remember all this stuff because her brain isn't clogged with things like the periodic table of elements, the PLU for bananas, and the mortgage due date, BUT STILL. Where do I get me some of that magical memory potion, yo?