You see, I’ve had two marriage proposals lately. Considering it took Mark over 10 damn years to propose (not that I’m harboring any bitterness about that or anything), I’m thinking this is pretty cool.
And what’s more? They came within seconds of each other.
Plus, the two proposers even fought over me. How lucky am I? It went something like this:
Peanut: Mommy, I love you. I love you so much that I want to marry you someday. Will you marry me?
Me: Oh, that’s so sweet. I’m flattered.
Loaf: NO! I want to marry Mommy.
Peanut: Nope. I asked her first. I am going to marry her and live with her forever.
(turning to me)
Can I live with you forever?
Me: Uh . . . .
Loaf: Mommy, you marry me? You marry me forever?
Me: You are both just the sweetest girls in the world. I’m such a lucky Mommy.
Peanut: No! I asked her first. Mommy, can we get married someday? I will wear the dress and you can wear a suit like Daddy.
Me: How come I don’t get to wear the dress? I have to say, I'm kind of all about the dress.
Loaf: If you marry me, we both wear dress.
Me: Hmmm. That’s a pretty good offer.
Peanut: OK, you can wear the dress too. We can all wear them.
Loaf: We both marry Mommy!
Me: Sounds like a plan to me.