Another thing that happened all throughout my older child years and still as an adult it making soup. Its weird I know, but when I was young people would always thank me for making dinner. I would never remember doing it, but would normally play along, because I was used to that kind of confusion. Whenever someone was sick "I" would make a pot of soup.

I never understood it, but my brother told me recently that I had an aunt that taught "me" how when I was young. She died recently and he brought it up. I spend a lot of time with her, and she apparently really liked soup.