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"Can I get married when I'm bigger?" Alexis asked. The question came out of absolutely nowhere. One minute we were debating whether the grapes she was eating were purple or red, the next we were talking about plans that better not become reality for another twenty, no thirty . . . wait, no FORTY years.
"If you want to, I guess you can," I replied. It was sort of a lame answer, but the kid caught me off guard when she went from vehemently defending Team Red Grapes to talking about her wedding in under three seconds.
Since she had permission to get married, the four-year old continued on, telling me all the sordid details. She planned to wear a pink dress with a bow and her hair would be long and curly and pulled back in a ponytail. She would wear Big Girl Makeup, including pink lipstick, and pretty pink shoes with heels. As she continued on and on, I quickly scanned my brain for the identity of the person who obviously had been talking about weddings with her and added that person to my To Be Destroyed List.
Once that little issue was mentally resolved, I interrupted Alexis' rambling to ask a few questions. "Who are you going to marry?" I asked. I expected her to list one of her many boyfriends.
"Ummm . . . I don't know," she replied. She went silent for a moment before asking, "Can you find me a husband?"
"Sure," I replied. I mean, who doesn't dream about arranging their own kid's wedding forty years before the big event? ::eyeroll::
"I need a handsome husband," she quickly added.
"Of course," I replied. She needn't have worried. I can't be arranging for my kid to marry somebody who got hit with the Ugly Stick.
"So, are you going to cook for your husband?" I asked.
"Nooooo!" Alexis answered quickly. It was like she had spent hours already figuring out her answer to that question.
"Then who is going to do the cooking?" I asked.
"You are!" she replied. Funny that, considering that the thing I do can only very barely be considered "cooking." If there were more hours in a day, maybe, but not as things are now.
"OK, so then are you going to do the cleaning?" I asked. I fully expected her to tell me that I would be responsible for that part as well. Which, um, HAHAHAHAHAHA! That will never happen.
"No, my husband is going to do all the cleaning," she replied.
I have taught her well.
Reader Comments (18)
I love how you'll be there to do the cooking. And how quickly the subjects change during a conversation with kids. "NO, they're red-so can I get married?" Ha!
BB changes his mind daily as to who he is marrying. Sometimes it's Jessie from Toy Story. Of course, he's still determined to not just be a Space Ranger but Buzz Lightyear. Specifically.
Also, that's a... very... pink... wedding. Remind her of this story later. ;)
THat pic? Awesome.
We have a long road ahead of us.
The look on her face in that pic is priceless!
Maybe the next one, if she's into younger men?
and props to teaching her that cleaning can be a man's job!
hopefully she finds someone who will do diaper duty like mr. husband!