Your choices made sense before you did.

A childhood puzzle habit, a Vanilla Ice meet and greet, and the years it took me to understand why either one made sense.

I was sitting in some science class in high school (maybe AP physics??) next to my two friends who were both named Chris, playing the dot game. You know the one → grid of dots, you take turns drawing lines, whoever closes the last box on a square claims it. I was half listening the way I was always half listening and then…

“POP QUIZ!”

She thought she had …