Mom: Well yeah. Of course I remember. Which time?
Me: There was more than one?
Mom: There was the time your grandmother and I made you up like a prostitute for Halloween and there was the time you wanted to have a dress to wear so I bought you one.
Me: The second one.
Mom: Oh. OK then. You know, your grandmother and I really bonded over that prostitute thing.
Me: We'll talk about it if we have time. So you remember when I owned and wore a dress?
Mom: Of course I do. You were darling in it. I still have have it, just a second.
Dad: Not really, I kind of remember. [Pause] Hold on, Mom is showing it to me right now. It's kind of pink with some flowers on it. It's a very nice dress.
I can't even claim to have done the damage in the lower left. Even time was tougher than I was.
Me: Do you remember why I showed an interest in wearing it?
Mom: Yes, you were about 5 and we were staying in the house on Cape Cod. Your cousins dressed you up in a dress and you kind of liked it or at least you thought it was OK. Mostly your cousins were showing you a lot attention which, of course, was something you loved. It was that summer you insisted on being called Pickle. I don't know why you did that. That was weirder than the dress thing.
Dad: No, I don't remember. And you didn't show an interest in it for very long. Why are you doing an interview about this?
Me: I'm doing it for my column. I thought it would be funny.
Dad: Oh. Alright. I guess we'll see.
Me: Do you remember when I asked you to buy me one?
Dad: No. I think it was the kind of thing that just happened.
Mom: I do. After we got home from the Cape you asked for one and I said, "Sure, that would be great." And I got you a calico dress with smocking on the front and a white collar.
Me: Really? That sounds fairly conservative. I didn't want anything more low cut than that?
Honestly, this feels more my speed.
Mom: No, you were just happy to have a dress. You didn't care about the style, that wasn't important to you.