Lessons Learned

After living with Jesse for 5 1/2 years, this is what I have learned:

He thinks half cooked potatoes are the most disgusting food in the world. He will only turn in one direction when he sleeps. He likes the toilet paper hung in a such a fashion that it drapes over the front, and not behind the back. If you ask him a question and he doesn't know the answer, he will tell you an answer anyway. If you ever say "You're right", he will immediately respond with "I'm sorry, what was that you said?". He can do math in his head faster than anyone I know and he can fix anything that goes wrong in a house. If he says he will cook dinner, you can assume you are having a)chili or b)pasta, unless it's summer, in which case you are having a)grilled potatoes or b)grilled fajitas. He refuses to say "bruschetta" the way most of North America says it, and insists on saying it with the real Italian pronounciation. He prefers Coke to Pepsi. He has excellent teaching skills and he likes to listen to NPR (Canadian translation=CBC Radio).