Your daughter: Mommy, how did you meet daddy?
You: Well I was going into a hotel and I saw your dad as soon as he came out the elevator. We bumped into each other, and in that moment when I first laid on of him, I fell in love with him.
Harry: If that's what you want to call stalking and trying to run past security, into the elevator and jumping on top of me while screaming in my ear then fine, that's what happened.