"I've figured it out!" Dylan Grant said, mulling it over. "It must have been on a dark and windy night. Mommy, you went out all by yourself and happened to run into Daddy driving his car. He fell in love at first sight, insisted you get in, and that's how you began to get to know each other and fall in love."
Nora Ainsworth cringed. "It wasn't that wonderful. The first time I met your daddy is not a very pleasant memory. As I recall, it started in a hotel..."
"A hotel?!" the two boys exclaimed in unison, then grinned mischievously. "A hotel is a great place, perfect for all kinds of romance, Mommy."
Nora Ainsworth was getting exasperated. "It's not what you two are thinking."
"Then what was it like?"
Nora Ainsworth looked at the two of them. "Time for bed."
"But Mommy, we can't go to sleep until you tell us."
"What do you mean you can't go to sleep? There's nothing to tell. I just went to the wrong room at the hotel and ran into your daddy. That's all," she said simply.
