Leta: Mom, where did you meet Daddy?
Me: I met him when I was in college. About thirteen years ago.
Leta: Was he in college, too?
Me (secretly hoping she doesn’t ask where we went to college): Yes.
Leta: Where did you go to college?
Me (almost inaudibly): BYU.
Leta: Where?
Me: BYU. WE WENT TO BYU. THERE. I SAID IT.
Leta: You both went to BYU?! Did you love it?! That’s where Mariah (my niece, her favorite person in the world) wants to go!
Me: Not really, Leta. It wasn’t much fun.
Leta: It wasn’t fun? But don’t they have playgrounds at BYU?
Me (lightbulb! lightbulb!): They don’t, actually. They don’t have any playgrounds at all. They tore down all the playgrounds.
Leta (panicking): But are there colleges that do have playgrounds?!
Me: Of course! Remember? I told you about one in Massachusetts. There’s also one in Connecticut, a couple in Northern California, there are even a few in England! Actually, now that I think about it, BYU is the only one that doesn’t.
Leta: Mom, wait until Mariah hears about this!
