In which Primo worries about our old age

After the falling out of bed debacle and after hearing that his parents have taken several falls - in the kitchen, in the living room, because his mom's socks were too slippery, because the carpet was too slippery - Primo asked, "Is this what our old age will be like?"

"Nope," I said.

"How can you be sure?" he asked.

"Because we are not alcoholics."

"Oh yeah," he mused. "That's right."