And she did know, I'm sure. Back in January.
About 5 minutes ago--
Keels: Houston, we have a problem.
Me: *turns around, sees her standing next to the pile'o'packages* You don't know who the packages belong to?
Me: You may remember when we wrapped them in the brown paper, and I suggested we label them, but you said you knew which was which.
Keels: I did! ... Four months ago.
But I do not condemn her. It is as much my fault as hers, and it's not like we can't just open the packages and peek inside.
But children, let this be a lesson to you. Always label your packages when you wrap them.
NOTE: The only reason I wrote about this as a matter of note is because, so often, I am the forgetful one. I am the one lacking in common sense, the absentminded one, the dazed-looking one wandering around the parking lot looking for my car when I actually came on the bus.