Assumptions

Hannah: "Mommy, did you go to college there?" (as we're sitting in the parking lot watching the unloading of the infamous barrels ...)
Mommy: "Yes, that's where I met your Daddy."
Peter: "My's?"
Mommy: "Yes, your Daddy."
Hannah: "Were you in the same class?"
Mommy: "No, we weren't."
Hannah: "Did you meet on the playground?"
Mommy: (laughing inside while maintaining a small semblence of outward composure ...) "No, Hannah, we didn't."

:::

Ahh. The assumptions of childhood.

I won't burst the illusion that playgrounds

continue into college days just yet.

Time for that will come soon enough.

:o)