I learned a new word yesterday - forgetory.
There is the memory “that lives in the front of your head, right here Momma, near your nose” (she is pointing next to her nose) and the “forgetory - that lives in the back of your head.”
Memory is where things go when you want to remember them.
Forgetory is where things go when you won’t remember them.
My sister pointed out the very good point that your forgetory still being in your brain is rather astute - because, after all, the information is still there somewhere. It is just in your forgetory.
And the momma’s heart melts - and this story is being burned onto my memory.