this morning, Miss A had her friend Steven over to swim in the backyard. While playing, dancing, running, and frolicking about the backyard, my daughter declared, "I'm married." I said, "who are you married to?" pause..."Steven." there was no fanfare. it seemed to just be a fact to her in her dreamlike, princessy, gazey looks.
she tried to make him dance with her. he pushed her down and splashed her with water. they are best friends.
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