This morning, Clay asked me, "Mom, do I have to marry Brooklyn?"
"Marry Brooklyn? Ummm, no honey, you can't marry your sister."
"Why not?" came Clay's innocent question.
"Because we don't live in Arkansas."
"Oh. Can I marry you then?"
"Nope. Sorry Sweetie."
"Because I'm already married."
"Oh yeah. To Dad, right?"
"Yep, that's right."
"Then who am I going to marry?" he asked, sounding really distressed.
"Do you want to get married right now?"
"Nooo!" he giggled.
"Well I wouldn't worry about it. I'm sure you'll find a nice girl to marry when you get older. Of course she'll never be as good as me...."
"Mom, you're silly."
"You too, Clay, you too."
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