Over the dinner table, I wondered aloud about what it would be like to be so young as to have as few memories as a little person. Stuart asked what I was talking about, so I had to explain by contrasting all my decades of memories versus his twoish years.

Stuart repeated

So you would like to be me.

Suddenly, an opportunity to probe his memories. We asked him about what he remembered from the time he was a baby. I don’t think he restricted his response to the queried time frame, but did monologue awhile:

When I was a baby, I was learning how to walk on my feet, how to climb, how to play with my hands, how to play with airplanes, how to read, how to play with trucks, to play on the computers. I knew how to sit down, how to go to the basement to play with my toys.

“Do you remember being sad as a baby?”

No, I was happy a lot.

So far, so good.