My daughter, Emily, is four and half years old. She is small but she has a mind of her own and a great imagination. This makes some of the conversations I have with her pretty funny.
We were driving home from the store today when I told her that the new royal baby had been born.
Emily: I’m going to marry him someday!
Me: *laughs* Ah, probably not
Emily: Then I would the QUEEN, but I wanna be a princess because princesses are better. But he would call me the QUEEN and we would have tea parties.
Me: How old do you think you need to be to be married?
Emily: *thinks about it for a minute* Five!
Me: Don’t you think that’s a little young?