Wednesday, December 19, 2007

Will you Mary me, I mean, Joseph me, I mean...

Eva Rose is sweet on her first boy. His name is Connor. He is her big brother's best friend, which is exactly the kind of thing we want to encourage, because we want the boys she likes to be very, very close to her big brother, who will ideally have a black belt in karate.

I have been a little suspicious there was a little crush a brewing because all week she has said, "Mom, Connor called me a quack-quack, tee hee hee. Dat's so funny Mom," and then she would look away dreamily. Today she saw him in the hallway at preschool and said, "Oh! I have to tell Connor Merry Kwismas! Connor. Connor! CON! NOR!!!! Merry Kwismas, Connor. Tee hee hee hee hee."

So this afternoon I asked her if she liked Connor. Affirmative tee hee hee. Do you love Connor? Affirmative. Do you want to marry Connor? And this was her reply (get your thinking caps on for this one):

"I don't want to marry Connor. I want to Joseph him."
"Mary is a girl. I am a girl. Joseph is a boy. I don't want to Mary Connor, I want to Joseph him. Cuz I'm a girl, Mommy. And Connor is a boy."

Any boy would be fortunate to Mary her. And, probably occasionally confused.


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