My boyfriend, the Fierce Hunter, actually caught a deer yesterday! I have to confess I didn't think it would happen. After all he never has in the past. But he has proved me wrong, and I have to take back all of my dubious predictions. Yay, I'm happy for him!
Somebody once, a long time ago, was shocked when I confessed to having been wrong about something. "Wait, what did you say? You never admit to being wrong."
"That's not true, I always admit when I'm wrong. It's just that it happens so rarely, you're not used to it...."