Sleepy Child Loses Train of Thought

This is actually something Kina has hated for a while now. It’s just easier for her to think when we aren’t talking, and if something occurs to her in the middle of a story that one of us is telling, we can see the spark rise and extinguish itself, and then we get an earful. The solution might be to stop talking entirely, so that Kina can think of important things to tell us all the time, but that seems somehow impractical in a house (like ours) of constant talkers. I really do feel her pain, and I’ve spent countless hours trying to backtrack through conversations and other friendly encounters to figure out what it was that caught my fancy; truth be told, I hate it. But I’ve come to live with it—and to accept the wispy shape of my own thoughts. It’ll come to me, much as Kina has. Just have to be patient.

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p.s. If you can’t read it, the thing she finally remembered she needed to ask me was, “Was Pokémon alive when you were small?” The answer is no. Sorry for the trouble, Kina.