Fickleness of Five Year Olds

After dinner last night, as Daddy put dishes in the dishwasher, Quinn came and sat on my lap. Much hugging ensued. Then:


Q: "Mama, I want to marry you"

Me: "But I'm already married to your Daddy"

Q: "That's okay, I want to marry you. We're getting married tonight"

Me: "Tonight? What's the hurry?"

Q: "I just love you SO much, we need to get married tonight and move to that house down the street"

Me: "But what is your Daddy going to do when we get married and move away?"

Q: "He'll still live in this house. Holly (one of his 'friends') will come live with him. I'll come over and let him watch me ride my bike."

Me: "Huh. So, we're going to get married and move down the street. Daddy is going to live with Holly in this house"

Q: "Yep. That's the plan, Stan. We're going to get married at Happy Valley Park."

Me: "Don't you think your Daddy will be sad that we move?"

Q (thinking): "Yeah, but he will have Holly to play with and we'll send him notes"

Me: "What do married people do?"

Q: "They hug and kiss. They say nice things to each other. They cuddle. "

Me: "Is that why you want to marry me?"

Q: "Yes! I want to hug and kiss you and cuddle with you all the time! "

Me: "But we can do that now, without being married"

Q: "Oh, I know, but I still want to get married to you. So. Be ready at midnight"

Me: "Midnight, huh?"

Q: "Yep. That's when we're getting married. I hope you are ready on time"

Me: "Oh, I'll be ready."

Q: "I know you will be. You're the best Mama ever!"

But, this morning:

Me: "So, did we get married last night?"

Q: "Nope. I married Holly"