Tuesday, August 16, 2011

She's a Liberated Woman

For years Zoe has talked about getting married and being a parent.  If you ask her what she wants to be she always responds with "a parent and..."  Each week it's something new after "and".  This week it's I want to be "a parent and a pilot."  Last week it was I want to be "a parent and a dentist."  She's got loads of ideas.

Usually when we asked her who she was going to marry, she'd say "daddy."  She has been going to marry daddy since she has been able to answer the question.  There are times when she'll come out in her Cinderella dress, with a ring in her hand and tell daddy they're getting married.  N, being the good daddy that he is, will get his Fedora and a tie and marry her, then dance with her.  It's the cutest thing.

Zoe has moved on.  She's no longer going to marry daddy.  She informed me this past week that she's going to marry Ben, a boy at our church.  The good news is that this boy is her age, he's actually 3 weeks older than Zoe.  He's also a very sweet boy and his family is totally awesome.  Both N and I are okay with this choice, so long as they wait about 20 years. 

I saw Ben's parents at church on Sunday and told them that Zoe was planning to marry Ben.  His mom said, "he's planning on marrying me, so we'll see if he's ready to marry someone else.  Zoe's a great choice, she's cute and nice!" 

On Sunday they were both in the nursery together, helping me.  This was the conversation:

Z:  Ben, you know when we grow up, I'm going to marry you.

B:  Really?  Marry me?
Z:  Yep!  When we grow up, we're getting married.

B:  Okay, I'll marry you. 

Z:  Okay, let's go play house.  I'll be the mommy and you be the daddy.

B:  I'll help you make some food.  We can do it together!

They played together the rest of the day.  Ben found a fake dinosaur and when he realized it freaked Zoe out, he chased her with it. 

When Zoe found out that he thought that was funny, she told him that it wasn't funny and that he better stop it. 

They had their first betrothal spat. 

It ended well.  They were playing musical chairs by the end of the hour.  Apparently we gained a future son-in-law yesterday. 

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