Phenomenal memory

I'm generally impressed with Matthew's little toddler memory, but the other day I was astounded.

Matt enjoys pointing to objects and then saying a person's name, like "Ball. Dada," "Blue shirt. Dada," "Green hat. Mama," "Tea. Grandpa."

He has a book with a picture of an iron in it. He pointed at it, I said, "Iron," and he said, "Mama." I said, "Yep, sometimes I iron." (By "sometimes," I mean, "maybe twice a year.") Matthew pointed to himself, grabbed his shirt, then said, "B! B! B!" I was a little confused until I remembered that yes, in fact, I had ironed a "B" onto the shirt I made that says "Big Brother." He hasn't seen the iron since. That apparently memorable event happened in November!