My daughter, A, talked with Krista and I about getting married for a long time tonight over dinner. She's four years old. My favorite comment is below
A: I'll never find a boy to get married to.
Me: I'm sure you will.
A: But I want to marry someone who has smooth hair like yours.
Me (laughing): I don't think that will be so hard to find.
A little later she told us she wanted it to be in our back yard so that our friend Shasta could come to the wedding (she didn't want it to be too far away).
Then Krista said: I don't think you need to worry about this right now. You don't even like boys yet.
A: I like Daddy!