Hope: Mabel I have a question for you.
Mabel: No problem! What’s up?
Hope: Do you ever feel like your brain is like a sieve?
Mabel: Are you kidding me? No way! I can remember what I ate for breakfast when I was ten years old.
Hope: What a hypermnesia memory you have?
Mabel: That morning I woke up, brushed my teeth, combed my hair, then went to the kitchen and my mom was cooking – etc, etc, etc.
Hope: Okay Mabel. I got the idea.