Jeff told me in the car yesterday that Ella had decided she was going to get married and wanted to know who she was supposed to marry. Overhearing this conversation, Ella was completely prepared to discuss the topic – very matter-of-factly.
Me: So, you want to get married?
Ella: Uh huh. Who should I marry?
Me: Well, preferably a nice boy who is smart and makes a good living (Jeff sort of throws me a glance at this one—not sure what it means).
Ella: Can I marry Keeton?
Me: No, you can’t marry your own brother.
Ella: Why? I looove him!
Me: That’s just the way it is, sisters can’t marry brothers.
Jeff: Unless you live in Kentucky (he states my sarcastic thoughts).
Ella seems to ignore Jeff’s comment—I was afraid we were going to have to start a geography lesson next.
Ella: Can I marry a friend?
Me: That would be fine...
Ella: Can I marry Ethan?
Me: Sure! You can marry Ethan.
Ella: I want to call him and tell him he is going to marry me tomorrow.
Unfortunately, we didn't have luck informing Ethan of his "proposal" or arranged marriage, if you will, but Ella reminded me again this morning that it was on my to-do list.
Arrange marriage of four year-old daughter...check.
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