These are trying times; the nephew has mastered speed-dialing. And he wants to know.
After a brief hi, I am required to state my favorite animal. I try to get out of it by saying there isn't one in particular. That earns me three chances. After barely making that one, I'm expected to provide reasons for all three, all of which promptly undergo severe scrutiny. It never gets easier.
As I hang up, I'm left wondering about all the answers I've forgotten over the years.
