This is only a generic salutation I’m going with, so don’t take it as a term of endearment. By no means are you “dear” to me. I’d like to forget you, but you’d probably like that, wouldn’t you? So, I’ll keep one stink-eye fixed on you.
As far as my mom is concerned, you may be discouraged to know that she hasn’t forgotten herself. She still remembers her own motto and lives by it. When a woman exceeds the age of fifty, she’ll want a little more sparkle. True to form, when I saw her last week, her ears sparkled, the back pockets on her jeans sparkled, and so did practically every shirt she unpacked from her suitcase. She was beautiful.
I concede that you made her forget what day it was (every day), and which toothbrush was hers, but you haven’t diminished her sparkle.