Since I'm helping coordinate a wedding this week, I've been doing some shopping for wedding things. Anaya wanted to know how she could get in on the action. "Mommy, how come she gets all of the presents? I want some presents too."
"Anaya, she's getting married," I responded. "You're not."
"Well, I'm going to marry Sethie," she burst out. (Why am I not surprised?) "Sethie, let's get married! Then we can get presents. We can adopt Skyler as our son."
The boys were eager to go forward with this plot to alter our family, so they joined exuberantly in the fun. Anaya planned to wear her white dress (which she's supposed to wear as a miniature bride next week). Despite my vain attempts at foolish things like logic, she declared that this would be a "real marriage."
"Anaya, why don't you wait until Daddy is here for your wedding?" I asked at last.
"You had three weddings," she pointed out wisely. "I'm going to have two. Daddy can be at the other one."
"I'm going to have fwee weddings," Skyler cut in. "I'm going to mawwy Daddy and Sawah and Daniewwa."
"You can't marry Daddy!" Anaya retorted. "By the time you're old enough to marry, Daddy will be dead."