It is the small things that make me note the vast differences between my children. If I had asked my elder, “What is your squirrel’s name? ” Until fairly recently, I can say with the utmost certainty (which comes with knowing the child for 7 years), I would have received some something along the lines of: Squirrely, Squirrel Squirrel, or Brown Brown.
When the younger was posited the same question he says, without hesitation, “Donald Jr.”
And, this for a toy that hasn’t been seen or played with four months. I should really ask more questions.