In this case he is sharing an anecdote that has been told to him by others in the family, an event he couldn’t possible remember. As he has heard me tell it many times, at 2 weeks of age, his nine-year-old brother was carrying him down the stairs and slipped and fell all the way down. I watched from a distance, horrified, as they disappeared behind the staircase wall and bumped their way down. I ran over to them at the bottom of the stairs, where Jake sat holding his baby brother, sobbing and saying to me, “Its alright, he’s okay, I didn’t let him go, he’s fine.”