I spot a lone paper towel sitting on the window sill in the kitchen. Instinctually, I pick it up and throw it in the bin.
Little did I know that your papa would be sifting through the bin to find it later that day, because it wasn’t just any old paper towel. It was a paper towel that held his lemon seeds. Several lemon seeds that had been plucked straight from last nights lemon wedge, lovingly soaked in a jar of water, before having been placed on the window sill to dry, prior to being planted in the hope that a lemon tree will grow.
These things are not out of the ordinary. They are just him.
And we wouldn't change a thing.