Gracie, Suzie, and I were sitting around after my babysitting job one recent Tuesday. Suzie and I were talking about all kinds of things, and Gracie drifted between entertaining herself and fighting for attention. At some point, she jumped into our discussion about weddings, and we asked her if she would dance with her daddy at a wedding as some of my jr. high girls had done recently. She said she would, and then when I asked her who else she would dance with, she said she could only dance with one boy at a wedding. Then she decided that if she could only dance with one boy, it would be Lucas, a seven-year-old from the same circle of folks I know Gracie from. (Gracie is three-and-a-half, now, btw.) We figured out that she thought this was HER wedding we were talking about, and Suzie asked her why she wanted to marry Lucas.

In one hundred percent seriousness, she said, "Because Daddy is already married to you!"