Scene: Sunny afternoon; bus duty at a local elementary school
Dad: "This is my daughter---the one I was telling you about. Jane is interested in learning to play piano, aren't you honey?"
Me, looking at small, blonde, first grader: "Hi, Jane. It's nice to meet you."
Jane: "I have a rifle at home!"
Dad, looking sheepish: "It's just a little .22." He holds his hands about 2 feet apart to try to illustrate the size.
Me, not knowing what to say in this conversation gone Twilight Zone: "Um...Wow."
Jane: "It's pink!"