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!