Saturday, September 12, 2009
First Comes Love, Then Comes Marriage
Demon Baby came into my office yesterday, dressed (surprising) and soaking wet (alas, not so surprising).
"Why are you wet?" I asked.
My first instinct was to look up, since I have extensive ceiling damage from other "nothing" little incidents with water in the upstairs bathroom.
"Please tell me you didn't flood anything."
"So why are you wet?"
"I combed my hair with water so I could look extra handsome."
"Well, you were very successful. You look EXTREMELY handsome!"
"Good. Because we're getting married."
"Me and you."
"Okay. I think I would like being married to you."
"You know how to get married?"
"Yeah. I've tried it before."
"First you find a beautiful girl. Then you make out. Then you marry her."
"Make out? Who told you about making out?"
He looked at me quizzically. "You don't know about making out? Everyone knows about making out. I'm four, and I know about making out. It means you kiss someone for a really long time. Then you get married."
"All righty, then."
"I love you SO SUPER MUCH."
"I love you too."
"Can you make me a peanut butter sandwich?"
Within a few minutes, he had forgotten all about the wedding. But having four kids, including one adult and one teenager . . . with an 11-year-old in middle school, I know the days of thinking I'm wonderful are numbered. So for today . . . I am engaged to a wonderful Demon Baby who is very handsome and loves me SO SUPER MUCH.