The first thing my four-year-old daughter did upon waking this morning was start planning her wedding, and I thought I’d share with you what she came up with:
She will be wearing a pink and purple wedding gown, and carrying purple roses.
She’ll also have on shiny, purple “glip gloss.”
She will be 69 years old.
Her groom will act like a gentleman, and after their kiss, he, too, will be wearing shiny, purple “glip gloss.”
Her flower girls will be her big sister (who at that time would be over 75 years old!) and Jensen, who is just a few months younger than Remi.
At her reception, olives, fish sticks, and grape cake will be served.
As she and her groom leave, wedding guests will throw flowers at the departing couple.
She will not be taking a honeymoon, because “that only happens on Dick Van Dyke.”
However, if she were to take a honeymoon, it would be to Chick-fil-A. (But she wouldn’t go into the play area; only her children would do that.)
At this point, I asked her, “How many children do you plan to have?”
“A LOT! Like YOU! You love ALL your kids!”
At least she got that part right.