As most of you know, I am not now, nor have I ever been married. The topic of one day meeting my future husband comes up on occasion from family or friends and I regularly respond with “If he drops out of the sky…” given my schedule and availability!
One evening at dinner my older daughter asked me: “What does your future husband do in the sky? Why does he fall down?”
Smiling, I replied: “He’s a pilot.”
To which my younger daughter chimed: “Like the kind with one eye? … Arrgggh!” *covering her right eye with her hand*
Laughing. And still awaiting my pirate pilot’s arrival…