One of the things we have realized about Oliver is that he has a very detailed mental map of Charlottetown in his head, and he attaches events and characteristics to geographical locations in a very sticky way.
Every Saturday, Oliver and I go to the Formosa Tea House. We always walk the same way: up Prince, down Kent, up University.
And every time we go, as soon as we get within spitting distance of the big Department of Veteran’s Affairs building on Kent St., Oliver starts saying something that sounds like “epo, epo, epo.”
It was only this week that I realized that he has been saying “echo, echo, echo” — the entrance to the basement parking garage in this building makes your voice echo if you’re talking when you walk by. I pointed this out to him once about 9 months ago, and he remembered.
I am obviously not very quick on the uptake.