As we drove to Target yesterday, #2 thought it was a perfect time to discuss weddings. For all of you who are aware of his obsession with marriage let me just say that I have recently been able to convince him that 6 is really a much better time to take a wife. He has reluctantly agreed that he will wait two years max and then he will be settling down with the grill (not a typo, this is how he pronounces girl) of his dreams. Getting back to yesterday's discussion. After hearing me over analyzing the wedding scene from He's Just Not That into You (cute movie btw) on my cell phone, he thought to ask me what a wedding was. I explained to him that it is "a celebration two people have with all of their family and friends to say that they love each other." His remark: "unusual". Wait, what does that mean? What part of my wedding definition did he find so unusual? I couldn't let it go (of course I couldn't), so I asked him. He said that he thought it unusual that they would need to have a party to say they loved each other because we say it all of the time without a party. I found this statement to be heartrendingly sweet and mildly annoying at the same time. In essence, he defined what many people forget when they are unknowingly turning into bridezillas, wreaking havoc on friends and family while planning the wedding of their dreams: that they should be focusing on the marriage of their dreams, not the 6 hour, $30,000 event that will leave them bloated, broke, and blurry eyed the next morning. On the flip side, however, I see the man that he will become and am a bit sympathetic for the nice, sweet, chaste, hand-picked-by-mom grill who succumbs to his charm as she attempts to wrangle him down the aisle toward wedded bliss. It's a fine line we mothers tread and I'll be the first to admit that I did nothing to help the cause of the future women in his life b/c my response was, "You're right, Sweety. And, mommy already loves you the most, so you never need to worry about having a wedding, you can just stay with me." He happily agreed.
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I was starting to get concerned that my daughter was the only one playing the "bride game." She dedicates most of her delicate, three-year-old ponderings on who her "broom" will be. She's finally accepted that it won't be her Dad, but since her grandfather is single, we're having a heck of a time explaining why it can't be him...
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