Conversation we had last night:
Ella – I wish I could marry you. Can kids marry their mum?
Me – No, it’s not allowed.
Ella – Why isn’t it allowed?
Me – It’s just the rule.
Ella – Mum, I want to come to your marry site.
Me – You mean wedding?
Ella – Yeah. I want to come to your wedding.
Me – Sure, if I ever get married, you can come to my wedding. But who would I marry?
Ella – I know! [Eyes glistenig at this fantastic idea] You can marry my daddy!
Me – [Chuckle] I don’t think so, sweetie.
Ella – Why not?
Me – We did already get married once.
Ella – When?
Me – Before you were born. And we didn’t think living together was all that much fun, so we would not get married again. You’ll have to think of someone else.
Ella – I know, you could marry Dan!
Me – No, I can’t.
Ella – Oh yeah.
Me – Because he’s already married to Neet.
Ella – [Obviously straining her brain to think of other male friends] You can marry a lady! Because that’s ok. I’m going to marry Camilla.
Me – But I don’t want to marry a woman.
Ella – You’ll just have to, mum.
Me – But I won’t. How about I just don’t get married then. That’s ok.
Ella – [Buries her head in the doonah and starts sobbing]
Me – [Laughing uncontrollably]
Ella – Don’t laugh!
Me – [Unable to stop laughing] But Ella, why are you so sad, sweetie?
Ella – [Looking past me with tears streaming down her face] Because you are not going to get married.
Me – [Another bout of belly laughter] Sorry Ella, but me not getting married is no big deal?
Ella – [Sobbing even harder] But I want to come to the party for your wedding!
It took me a while to stop laughing and I had to promise her to have a big party – like a wedding party – for my 40th next year before she calmed down. Sigh.