Misunderstandings

Once in a while, I will think of things that happened years ago. My favorite was a misunderstanding that happened when I was around 4 years old.

I got out of dance class and I told my mom about the new girl in class. Her name was Baskin. So over the next few weeks, my mom finally got the courage up and asked her mom how she came up with that name. Her name was actually Robin.

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