“Honey, eat your breakfast,” Ted’s wife, Doreen, commanded, “what are you doing?”

“Taking a picture of my beautiful breakfast, made by my lovely wife.”

“Why?”

Ted shrugged, “Maybe I’ll paint it later.”

Doreen shook her head, “Paint it later,” she repeated slowly, “has retirement made you a little loony? You’ve never painted a day in your life.”

“How do you know? How do I know I’m not naturally good at art without trying it? Weren’t you the one who used to tell the kids, ‘you won’t know you’re good at something until you tried’?”

Doreen sighed with resignation, “You’re right.”

(100 words)

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