I watched Peter peel a navel orange, his dessert at lunch the other day.  “You do peel oranges absolutely elegantly,” I commented.

“I learned that from my grandparents,” replied Peter.

I expressed my surprise that he had never mentioned that in all the years I’ve watched him  peel oranges.  And then I asked him how many years that was.

He looked a little chagrined when I had to answer for him, “forty-five” (unsaid by me—how could you not know?).

But he had a response, “How am I supposed to know?" he said.  It changes every year.”

After forty-five years, he still makes me laugh!