Over the breakfast table this morning, the classic first grade joke,
“Hey, Mom, if you love pepperjack cheese so much, why don’t you marry it?”,
gave way to a slightly more serious discussion of marriage, in which it was established that you only get married once, for life, and that you can’t be married to more than one person at the same time. (Sorry, pepperjack cheese–our love just wasn’t meant to be.)
Caleb’s brow furrowed. “Mom, I think I have a problem.”
“What problem?” I asked.
“Well, I have two girls I want to marry, and I can’t decide which one to ask.”
“Oh, really? Who are they?”
I knew sweet Kayla from teaching Caleb’s kindergarten class last year. “Who’s Morgan?” I asked.
“You know, Mom–she’s the girl in kindergarten whose hair is the exact same color as vanilla ice cream!”
What woman, I ask you, is going to be able to resist such a poetic soul?