who's the boss?

burton [speaking in to his smartphone as we're driving]: "MOV!-IES! 2!-2!-1!-5!-3!"

me: "why do you have to talk so mean to it?"

burton: "... it respects me."

so, i like to repeat myself

burton: "bergen-op-zoom!" [random street name from my home town -- thanks to a very odd mayor who dressed like captain hook during parades... of course]

me: "how come you remember stuff like that, but not important stuff?"

[uncomfortable pause, during which i realize that's not really true... and maybe a little mean]

me [again]: "wait, you remember important stuff. but i mean, you remember my childhood memories, and you don't even remember your own."

burton: "because you tell me your childhood memories 600 times."

[doh]