Among the things I bought a couple of days ago there are three tubes of toothpaste. Before our morning coffee, my beloved discovered that they are meant for kids. At the end of each tube there is a large sign in funny lettering: “Junior.” In fact, the lettering is so funny that I missed it entirely. I just shook my head in disbelief, but she came up with a new nickname for me out of the blue. “Junior,” she would start every sentence addressed to me. Each and every time she would burst into laughter, and I would shake my head in disbelief once again. “Junior,” she said as we were saying goodbye to each other after our coffee, “at least you have a new text!”