The other day, Jonathan and I were over at my family's house having dinner. During the course of our visit, my 8-year-old younger sister starting talking about school, and then we had a conversation that went something along these lines...
Me: What grade are you in?
Sister: What grade do you think I'm in?
Me: Third grade?
Sister: (with rising enthusiasm in her voice) Do you really think I'm in third grade?!
Me: I'm sorry...I forgot.
Sister: (pause) You're like a stranger to me.
Oh dear sister, I do believe you have inherited some of that sassy-ness that I know I had when I was your age. I suppose that I should do my best to always try to remember what grade you're in.
Later that day she asked me, "Are you ever going to forget my name?"
I think my little sister is still trying to get used to me being married and living somewhere that she does not. But that's just a guess.