Holy cow!

So we're having dinner tonight with our friends Jesse and Sarah and their 4/7-year-old daughter, Matilda. Matilda is playing with a little tea set (this one), but M can't find the triangle-shaped treat. I had put all the treats in their rightful places on the pink plate a short time before for Carys, so I went on a little fishing expedition. I showed Lil' C the pink plate and asked her if she knew where the other treat was. She thought about it for, like, a second and toddled around to the other side of the table and picked it up off of the floor. I never actually thought she'd:

1) know what I was asking her about; or

2) remember where she might have left it.

That surprised the hell out of me.