Have been inspired to write about my life and wanted a way to share.
My 4 year old and I were discussing marrying people in the car this evening. She informed me that she wanted a baby and I told her that she couldn't have a baby until she was old enough to get married. She decided that Grandma Carolyn could marry her. I explained that Grandma had already been married to my Daddy and that she couldn't marry her. She would have to find a boy she could marry. I mentioned one of the boys she goes to daycare with and before I could even finish his name she said "I can't marry him his hands are gruuby." After laughing I told her that her Daddy would love hearing this. Later when he found out he reminded her that she would be 30 before he would let a boy with 'grubby' hands get anywhere near her.
