Today my sweet six-year-old was busy coloring at the table. When I asked what she was working on, she explained (in great detail) that she was drawing her wedding party. She told me who all the bridesmaids and flowergirls were. She even knew exactly who the groom was.
Then she asked, “Is it allowed to get married when you’re eleven?”
When I said no, she asked, “How about nineteen?”