thoughts from an almost 4 year old.

"Mommy, when I have a wedding, I want just one ring, not two like you. My dress will be red. And I'm gonna marry Phoebe."

"Well, you can't marry Phoebe because she's your sister."

"Then I'll marry you, Mommy!"

"You can't - I'm already married, and I'm your mommy!"

"Then I'll marry Daddy."

"You can't - he's married to me, and he's your daddy!"

[throws up hands in despair]

"Well then who CAN I marry?!"

(future brides)