Last night we were making dinner, and I held up the last of the bunch of fresh asparagus from Verrill Farm.  “Want some?”  I asked Jim.

“Um, no,” he replied, “How about those snap peas in the fridge?”

“You don’t like asparagus, do you?”

“I do,” he said, “Just not three nights in a row.”

“But you didn’t have any last night!”

“No, ” he said, “but you did.”

Oh.

I get it.