I am simply going to record a real conversation that took place earlier today in the confines of our Suburban.
London: Who will I marry, Mommy?
Me: Oh. I don't know. I guess you will have to wait and see who God has planned for you.
L-: How will I know who that is?
Me: Well. In a lot of ways I guess. The young man will be pursuing God. Your daddy and I will like him. Uh . . .
L-: So why can't I just marry Bergen? We're all Christians.
Me: Brothers and sisters just do not get married to one another.
Mosely: I plan to marry Otto.
L-: I think I'll still just marry Bergen.
Bergen (with a shrug of his shoulders and a resigned voice): Ohhh-kayyy.
L-: I guess I could be kind and marry a poor man. Then I could help him.
Me: Yeah, you could. Or you could marry a rich man and he could help you.
L- (weighing the pros and cons and displaying her classic London smirk): Yeah. If I marry a rich man I will just say right away, "Let's get some mac & cheese".
Piper: I am marry Mose-weee.
B-: Girls don't marry girls. And I am marrying London.
L-: Wait. Can I marry Colton?
Me: Um. Maybe.
L-: Listen Bergen. Just marry Raven. She's fun and then we can all be friends and the girls can hang out and the boys can hang out - okay?
B- (with another shrug of his shoulders and another resigned sigh): Ohhhh-kayyyyyy.
I guess that's all in order then.