I noticed J. nibbling at his pickles. Here is the conversation that followed (he speaks very precisely.):
Me: J. Whatcha doin’?
J: I am peeling my pickles.
Me: How come?
J: I do not like the skin.
Me: That’s awesome. May I take a picture?
J: Oh. Yes. Do you like it?
Me: Yes. I like it very much. It makes me happy.
J: I can make them into the shape of an octopus if you would like it better?
Me: No thanks. I like them just the way they are.