Belize and I are talking about how much we like Dad.
Me: Maybe someday you can marry someone like your Dad.
B: There is no one else like Dad.
Pause.
B: Well, maybe the boys you used to date, or one of the young men. Maybe Shane (Myers, 18, in our ward)- he's my friend.
Later . . .
B: Maybe I can just marry Rio.
Me: Well, you can't really marry your brother.
B: But he won't even look the same.
Me: Brother and sisters just don't marry.
B: But he's sweet. I'm MARRYING Rio.
1 comment:
Haha, she seems to say the funniest things! I love that you document them, it will be fun to look back at this with her when she is older.
Post a Comment