My little girl is getting married—in ten years. At least, that’s what she says. Here’s the story.
“Mommy, can you guess when I’m going to get married?”
“Married?!”
“Yeah! Married!”
“Hmm… Let’s see. Twenty-seven? Thirty?”
“No.”
“Hmm… Thirty-five? Forty?”
“No! Sixteen!”
“Sixteen?! Wow. With whom?”
“With G, of course!”
“Does G know of the plan?”
“Of course! We talked about it since last year!”
G used to be in S’s class last year. He is the paragon of an exemplary boy. At school, G was “the official helper” of the class–not so much at home, according to his mom. (Should I be worried for my girl?) He was always offering to help clean up during art classes last year. He’s an excellent soccer player. Many parents said that their kids admire G for his prowess with the ball. I knew S and G were close. How could I not? S talked about G constantly. He was one of her best friends at school, he was so helpful, etc. I’ve seen them hugging and huddling together often, so obviously they adored each other, but marriage?!
Apparently, the two of them had even discussed how many kids they were going to have. S announced, “A hundred.” She was kidding, of course, but I couldn’t help but yelp. “That’s way too many!”
“Just kidding! We’re thinking of two. Because if there’s only one, when we both work, we will get very distracted because she will get bored playing by herself.”
By the way, S is six, and G 7. What do you say? Shall I be making wedding plans for her? At the very least, I have ten years, even if things go as planned. 😉
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