"Mommy, can I marry Conner when I grow up? And when he grows up?"
"Nope. You can't marry your brother. That's against the rules."
"After all, your daddy is not my brother..."
Olivia brightens, "So I can marry him!"
"Nope, you can't marry your daddy either. That's against the rules, too."
(More humphing and hunching of shoulders and oh-so-endearing pouting.)
"But I wanna marry someone."
"You will, but not until you're 28."
"You mean 48."
"Even better. After all, you're going to be an astronaut."
"You mean, ballerina astronaut band player."
Yea, that's what I said.
*Note: Olivia has been talking about getting married an awful lot lately, which was kind of freaking me out until I realized it's probably because of a library book we recently came home with, "Barbie Loves Weddings", and she probably thinks getting married is kind of like having a birthday party with presents and pretty dresses and getting to be the center of attention. Sometimes when I look around I wonder if that's what some grown women were thinking, too.
March 30, 2012
5 years ago