No, he really wouldn't remember. He had been perhaps a week old at the time. With yet another soft - but not disappointed - sigh, Acacia shook her head softly. "Not me, Dunstan. She had wanted all of us to be more traditional. An older baby boy's outfit for you, some blue little dresses for us. A family painting. Mother had seemed so excited that day." Before the incident, one of the few memories Acacia had of her. The three fingers she had down at this point were still held subconsciously, but she really wasn't thinking about that at the moment.