Our daughter has birthday today.
We are recalling memories from the past.
She (14): ‘Papa, mama, where did you meet each other for the first time?’
Me: ‘At a party at the university. I watched papa for a while, then asked him to dance.’
She: ‘What made you decide to ask him to dance?’
Me: ‘He was dancing in a very strange way, and was singing even stranger.’
She: ‘So why did you marry him??’
Me: ‘He stopped.’
Happy birthday, Sweetie. Be a successful grown-up in whatever you do – despite our on-going parental efforts.