I now pronounce you…

Friday, January 2, 2009

Do you have piles of stuff in your home that have been there so long you regard them as part of your permanent decor? I do, and I decided to knock one of them down today. At the bottom of this pile was our wedding album. I can’t recall why I had taken it out, but on my way to return it to its actual home, Miss D. stopped me and asked to look at the pictures.

This fed her current obsession, inspired by Disney. Miss D. wants to know about getting married. Thank you, Sleeping Beauty. Miss D. wants to know if Country-Fried Daddy and I are married (yes), when we got married (a long time ago), and why we got married (because we love each other).

After looking at the pictures, Miss D. decided she wanted to get married, too, and she would “get married with Daddy.”

I said, “No, Daddy is married to me. You’ll need to pick someone else.”

“Okay,” said Miss D. “I’ll get married with Grandpa.”

“Umm, no,” I said. “Girls can’t marry their grandpas or their daddies.” (There is a deep South joke in here somewhere, but I’ll just leave that alone.)

“How about Uncle Steve?”

“Nope.”

Miss D. mulled this over for awhile, then decided she would like to marry Maleficent, the bad fairy from Sleeping Beauty. She seems nervous about this, particularly since Maleficent turns into a dragon at the end of the movie, but she is insistent. Maybe by the time Miss D. is ready to get married, it will be legal in this state for a sweet girl to wed an evil fairy.