A little voice piped up. “I know it’s not quite the same thing but my dad wrecked my mom’s on Saturday. He got rear-ended and rear-ended the car in front of him. Total wreck.”
Miss Smythe strangled a chortle, and segued from “Same consonants, different vowels.” to “This says ‘vulva. Does anyone know what it is?”
Retelling the moment was the perfect icebreaker the first time she met his parents.