Playing in the Chinese garden the adults were laconic children lulled by a muttering pond. Eventually a bespectacled couple began talking after the man grabbed a lady bug from the women.
"Thats rather primal. Where does your tongue come from? "
"Probably from my first identity crisis."
"When was the second?"
"The day after the first."
"Thats quite a feat for a common fickle head."
"Yes, I know."
"Well, what happened?"
"Don't you remember?"
"No."