A crowded little head....

Driving in the car yesterday, Owen's frustrated voice came out of the back seat:

"There are so many memories in my head.  They're all bumping into each other.  It's really crowded.  I keep trying to remember Parker but it keeps slipping away.  All the songs are in there too and they're all bumping into each other."

Later, in a tone of joy:

"I found the memory Mom!!"