Getting married

Jonathan and Emma talk a lot about getting married – to themselves, each other, their baby dolls (or marrying their baby dolls to each other, I’m never quite clear on that). Jonathan likes to point out our picture of the Salt Lake Temple and identify it as the place that “Mommy and Daddy got married.” He also likes our wedding picture of Bryan fixing my tiara and veil (which kept falling off) and say that I looked like a princess. :)

It is a little weird to hear him proposing to Emma, though. Thankfully, to them getting married is twirling in a circle singing “Once Upon a Dream” from Sleeping Beauty: “I know you…”

The subject came up again Thursday afternoon, only this time it included Anneliese, a little preschooler that I was babysitting.

Jonathan: “Me and Anneliese are going to get married. And then we’ll have a party.”

Me (impressed by the new addition of the party idea): “Oh, really.”

Jonathan: “Yep, we’re getting married.”

Anneliese: “No, we’re not!”

Me (wanting to stave off the argument that was about to ensue): “Jonathan, if you want someone to marry you, you need to ask her first.”

Jonathan: “Oh, OK. Anneliese, do you want to get married?”

Anneliese (adamantly): “No!”

Jonathan: “But we need to get married!”

Me (again stepping in): “Jonathan, she can say no. You can ask her, but she has a right to say no. That’s her choice.”

Anneliese: “Yeah!”

Jonathan (somewhat deflated): “Oh. OK.” (Pause.) “Emma, do you want to get married?”

Emma (enthusiastically): “Yeah!”

Apparently the “love triangle” was resolved. :)

One Response to “Getting married”

  1. HAHA! Thats funny!!!!

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