Mr. Chickadee: How big is the garden going to be this year?
Me: (blankly) What garden?
Mr. Chickadee: The garden that I know you are going to insist on planting.
Me: I don't know what you are talking about.
Mr. Chickadee: (Sighs.)
(A pregnant pause fills the air for several moments, then:)
Me: Well, how big do you think it should be?
MC: Well last year you said you