So this afternoon, while talking with my middle child. (Yeah….got three children now…..that means one is in the middle)
My middle child, Bubba, who is 4 declares:
“Mom, when Daddy dies and goes to heaven, then I will get to marry you!”
(btw-Happy Father’s Day hunny)
“No sweetheart. Daddy is my husband, and you can’t marry your family. You have to go find a girl in a different family and pick her.”
“Yeah!” chimes in my first child, “Daddy already picked Mommy, and she’s already married. You can’t marry your family or your babies will come out all weird…..that’s how God made it.”
“Well….that’s not fair!” says Bubba, “How come Daddy got to pick first?”
Melt my Heart!!
AWWWW!
I just found your web site, and I love it. My son had same plans with me, as your with you. :) He had hard time to understand why he can’t be my husband.
awwww……. how sweet!
SWEET!!!!
That’s sweet and hilarious all rolled into one. :)
That is so stinkin’ cute!