The little boy who has asked for Button’s hand in marriage several times spent the night with us last week.
The next morning, in the boy’s presence, Button asked me, “Mommy, is Ian going to spend the night with me tonight, too?” “Yes,” I said. She turned to Ian: “Ian! You can spend the night with me tonight!!! And then we can get married!!!”
Well, this went on and on for a bit. Then, after several “married” comments, I cut her off. “Button. Stop talking about marrying Ian. You don’t get married until you’re a grown up, so stop talking about it.”
Button responded to me as seriously as she could be: “But, Mommy, I am a grown up.” Then, standing on her tippy toes and reaching as high as she could, she said, “See?”