“Look,” I say, “you may have some memories of me from when I was a little kid. But I don’t have any of those memories, and I have no memory of you. I literally don’t know who you are. And you also don’t know who I’ve become over the last ten years.”
He looks at me thoughtfully.
“Well, then why don’t we work on getting to know each other and see if we can maybe fit some of these pieces together that aren’t adding up for you.”
I pause for a moment, then say, “Sure, why not. I don’t see how it could do any harm.”