Hope you like a small one

I have for many years subscribed to the KISS principle (Keep It Simple, Stupid; and will accede to stupidity)The evening meal is the evening meal, End of.
Whilst you are sleeping, you are extremeley unlikely to eat: you are fasting. When you awake, the first food that you consume effectively breaks that fast, hence many English language users would call that Break Fast, usually presented as breakfast, though the French, of course, call it a little meal. (My son used to take his breakfast to bed to eat before he slept to save time in the morning, he's now a nearly 50 yo director af a multinatioanal who considers his own just teenage son wierd!).
Here in the UK, the norm is possibly for the next meal to be post-noon, 13:00–14:00, often called lunch, though in publishing we tended to have working lunches from about 12:30 to 16:45 — one had to get back to the office, There may have been a coffee/tea-break around 11:00, often called 'Eleveses'.
High Tea, a delicate and formal arrnagement, beloved of the Hibernians, was a comparitive rarity, but could be indulged if one had not had a working lunch, usually taken about 15:00.
Dinner was taken either at home, between 17:00 and 18:50 if young children involved, or 19:30 onwards if involving adults either at home or elsewhere.
Supper is a late light repast to stave of the hunger pangs of the nights' sleep and enforced fast.
Fortunately, having reached the maturer non-paid working years, today the first meal is effectively Brunch, there may be a mid-afternoon coffee and chockie biscuit (pity no café und kuchen), followed by a relatively light evening repast: might nibble on cheese and biscuits later with the wine.
I have a question: we were discussing vaccination (covid but in general), and my statement (we're post-war, pre NHS Brits born in 1946) was 'well we all had to have rhe smallpox vaccination as babies, no choice, no question,' to which the response by (Welsh wife) 'there was an outbreak in Cardiff in the fifties and we had ours then …'. 'No' said I 'we had them as babies': further down that road, — 'of course I can't remember, I was a baby, I can't remember my foreskin being removed either, I was probably about 8-days old'! Engendered a look of disbelief. Is it vaguely possible that my wife of 55 years did/does not realise I'm circumcised?