Allow me to recreate for you a portion of the conversation that occurred last night during dinner at our house:
Me: It's just so frustrating. Why is it that I can never remember the year of the Act of Union, but I still remember the birthdate of the kid I had a crush on in the third grade?
Link: You had a crush on someone in the third grade?
Me: Well, yeah, when I was in the third grade.
Link: I had a crush on Megan, but her mom said we had to break up.
Yeah, that's the first I'd heard of it.