Ch 6 Primo likes to have his pears cut up for him, which is pathetic - I need to remind him that I am not his mother

Primo: Would you cut up a pear for me?

Me: Can't you do it?

Primo: No! You always do it for me.

Me: No I don't!

Primo: Well sometimes you do it for me.

Me: Very. Occasionally.

Primo: Please?

Me: Oh for pete's sake. Regardez and learn (as I cut the darn pear).

Primo: Why do I need to know how to cut a pear?

Me: What happens if I die before you?

Primo: I won't eat fruit.