What exactly does “married” mean to her?
A few weeks ago we (Matt, the kids, and I) were driving home from a friend’s wedding when the following conversation occurred…
Little: “Mom, I’m so glad you aren’t married.”
Me: “Little, I am married.”
Little: “No you aren’t.”
Me: “Yes, honey, I am.”
Little: “No you aren’t!”
Me: “Yes, Little, Daddy and Mommy are married.”
Little (with a hilariously serious expression): “No you are NOT!”
Me: “Yes, sweetheart, we are. You know the picture on the mantle of Mommy and Daddy at our wedding? That’s when we got married.”
Little (with a wide-eyed, very serious look): “You aren’t married!”
Me (adamantly and a bit exasperated): “Yes, we are! You’ve seen the pictures from our wedding.”
Little (once again with the wide-eyed serious look): “You don’t have pictures because you are NOT married!”
Matt: “Please don’t say that in public!”



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