High Standards

For months now, LM has been telling us she's going to marry her daddy. She has no idea we've already arranged marriages for all of our daughters, so this whole discussion is moot anyway. Regardless, I was really surprised a few weeks ago when she announced in the car, "Mama, when I get big, I'm gonna marry D." (D is a little boy in her class at school, and his name is actually Davis, but they all call him D.) I told her that would be fine, but I thought she was going to marry her daddy.

"No, I'm going to marry D. He's m'boy." (Seriously, she said that. Took all I had in me not to crack up.) I'm a Rules kind of girl, so I asked her not to tell him and just let him ask her in say, 20 years. She agreed.

Yesterday, we were sitting at the table eating breakfast, and she gets this really sad look on her face and says, "Mom, I'm not going to marry D anymore." I envisioned some heartbreaking conversation by the slide at recess where she had professed her undying love and he didn't return it, or she passed him a note and because she can't write her letters yet it didn't have any boxes on it so he couldn't check yes...

"Why not, Honey?" (Gearing up for a discussion with my three year old about how dating is pointless unless you're really serious about a long term commitment...)

"Well, I'm going to be a Princess when I grow up, so I can't marry Davis because he's not a Prince."

Oh, well then. Okay. Duh...