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Emi was sitting on my lap, musing aloud what complex game of pretend we can play. "Maybe we can pretend you and Daddy are married! And Isaac and I are married!"
"Um, okay...what do you think being married is? What happens now?"
"We kiss! And then we die!"
Posted on March 31, 2012 at 07:13 PM in Kids, Marriage | Permalink
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