But where’s the fun in that?

They’ve already had this one, I guarantee it.

I wanted to make a joke reply and list a bunch of other unrelated things that happened on that day… But of course I find nothing but that one thing…

This. I didn’t know steak was good until I spent a few months living with my uncle, because growing up, if my mom made steak, it was like burnt shoe leather. Why would I ever think to order it at a restaurant?

Yeah, but at least he didn’t have autism!