Elephant Memory

I can remember lots of things. We met Beth's three horses at her house last month, and on the way back there last weekend Mum and Dad were trying to remember their names. They got two of them, Raz and Blizzard- and then spent like ten miles trying to think of the third. Finally I just yelled, "Jem!" Because that's its name and they were driving me crazy.

Then another time, when I was eating this ice cream cone, I started talking about the Sponge Bob cone I had in Brooklyn at the public pool and the fact that it had eyes made of gum and Mum and Dad say I can't eat gum until I go to college. Well, they thought that recollection was (again) so...AMAZING. Whatever.

OK, so I admit, I can sing 3/4s of the Mets theme song, speak like Froggy in Froggy Has a Sleepover, and I pronounce Ray Davies last name correctly- with a soft S at the end. But does that mean I have an elephant memory?