5: “Who are you going to marry?”
3: “Zach.” (This is the 11-year-old, who is now fixing the 3’s belt.)
5: “You can’t marry Zach. You have to marry a guurrl.”
3: “Then, I’m going to marry Vanessa.” (The babysitter.)
5: “She’s WAAAYY too older for you. She will already be married before you. She has to be 3.”
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yes she has to be three!!!!! hahahahaha. thanks for making my day! cute cute cute!
Ahhh the simple things in life. I miss the days when my little on wanted to marry me.
I showed this to Vanessa. It brought a BIG smile to her face.
Wonderful!!!