The Man of My Dreams and I recently celebrated our anniversary (Yay, right!?!?) We usually mark the occasion my making the meal we had at our wedding, which (I’m pretty sure) was vegetarian lasagna and red velvet cake. There were roses and wine, as well. And I didn’t cut my finger off making the lasagna this year, so that was another reason to celebrate!
This auspicious event has spawned rather a lot of side conversations about weddings, marriage, and relationships in general. It turns out that these lads have picked up some interesting ideas about how these things work. Here are some actual conversations to give you some insight into their crazy little minds.
Little: I am going to have this kind of cake (i.e. red velvet) at my wedding.
Me: Good choice.
Little: It’s going to be at the beach.
Me: Great! That sounds like fun!
Little: You won’t be there.
Me: Why not?
Little: You’ll be dead.
Little: What if you wear a silver dress?
Me: Fine. People usually wear white dresses, but you can wear whatever you want.
Little: Even a golden dress?
Me: Yup. Whatever you want.
Little: I’m going to wear a ninja suit.
Big: I know, I can save someone!
Me: Umm. . . what?
Big: I can save someone from danger! And then they will want to marry me!
Me: . . .
Big: That way I don’t have to ask them. They will just know to marry me.
Little: I want to marry my brother.
Big: You can’t marry me. The police will come and take us to jail.
Little: I don’t care. You can wear the dress. I will wear the ninja suit. Do you have a ring?
(I sure would like to be there when my sons get married. To each other. At the beach. Too bad I’ll be dead. . . )