I spent ten hours at work today, got scolded by my husband and drove home way too fast so that I could see Lily before she went to bed. As soon as I walked in the door, Lily jumped off the couch and went running into the dining room, indicating I should go there too. She climbed up on the chair and pointed at something. She and Mark had glued sticks and pasta to construction paper in one of her first artistic projects. He had told her that when Mommy got home, she could show them to me. And she did. She had remembered. Thus, she is the most brilliant 22-month-old on the planet.