Here comes the bride...
Lately, Aiden and Stella have become wedding obsessed. It is something I would fully expect of a 3 year-old girl, but for a 4 (ahem, 4 and a half, as Aiden would say) year old boy to be so enthralled by the idea of a wedding is a bit odd. It is pretty adorable, however, to hear their innocent plans and get a glimpse of their childish perceptions of marriage.
It began at church on Sunday. Emily mentioned to me that Stella and Aiden had been discussing wedding plans--apparently Stella was adamant that Aiden had to wear a coat with a "tissue" in the pocket. (How cute!) And she was a little upset that Aiden wanted to get married in California, not Texas. So while we were at lunch, I decided to ask Aiden about the wedding plans. Our conversation went something like this:
Mommy: So, I hear you and Stella have been talking about getting married.
Aiden: Yeah. I love Stella. We're going to get married and then we'll be a family. We'll have our own family.
Mommy: Oh, yeah? So, how many children do you think you'll have?
Aiden: Five. No, ten!
Mommy: Wow, that's a big family! So, where are you going to get married?
Aiden: We're going to have a wedding. In California.
Mommy: Why California?
Aiden: 'Cause me and Stella know where California is. And I have to wear wedding clothes. What do I have to wear?
Mommy: I guess you'll have to wear a sport coat.
Aiden: Yeah! I can wear my Tee-ball jacket!
Mommy: (laughing) Um, not sports, like tee ball or football. A suit jacket--a dressy jacket.
Aiden: And I'll wear my red sunglasses. Those can be my wedding glasses. Mommy, what is it called, what Mommies are to Daddies?
Mommy: (stumped for a moment while I attempt to decipher this) You mean husband and wife?
Aiden: Yeah! Stella will be my husband. I mean my wife. And I'll be the daddy and the husband.
Daddy: So, what will you do after the wedding?
Aiden: Me and Stella will play the Wii. We'll do bowling. And boxing. I can beat Stella at boxing. Then we'll go to Chuck E. Cheese.
Daddy: So, why do you want to get married?
Aiden: (In a tone of voice that clearly indicates he thinks his Daddy is an idiot for asking) So Stella can have a baby in her tummy! (Insert 1990's era "Duh!" here)
Aiden: Mommy, when can we have the wedding?
Mommy: I'm not sure, buddy--we'll have to talk to Mr. Jason and Ms. Emily about that.
Aiden: Can Mr. Will and Ms. Brooke come? And baby Breckin? And Aunt Cathy and Uncle Wayne....
Mommy: We'll see.
Aiden: Mommy, who can Aubrey marry? Maybe she can marry Breckin? Then Aubrey can have a baby in her tummy!
(Daddy chokes a little. And reminds himself to research chastity belts.)
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Aiden brought up the wedding/marrying Stella conversation again after a Bahama Bucks outing with Stella and her family. And again on the way home from school today. And at bedtime tonight. I think we may have to have a little play wedding for these two sometime soon!
Brings back memories of when I was 9 and married my 5 year old brother, Ryan, to his neighborhood girlfriend, Carrie. They had an adorable wedding in our front yard, with me officiating, my mother serving as a witness, a couple of bridesmaid friends in attendance, and my brother giving Carrie a ring I had woven out of stalks of grass. I remember distinctly saying, "You may now kiss the bride" and hearing a chorus of "EW! COOTIES!!" as the bride and groom ran away from each other in horror. Ah, the innocence of childhood!
It began at church on Sunday. Emily mentioned to me that Stella and Aiden had been discussing wedding plans--apparently Stella was adamant that Aiden had to wear a coat with a "tissue" in the pocket. (How cute!) And she was a little upset that Aiden wanted to get married in California, not Texas. So while we were at lunch, I decided to ask Aiden about the wedding plans. Our conversation went something like this:
Mommy: So, I hear you and Stella have been talking about getting married.
Aiden: Yeah. I love Stella. We're going to get married and then we'll be a family. We'll have our own family.
Mommy: Oh, yeah? So, how many children do you think you'll have?
Aiden: Five. No, ten!
Mommy: Wow, that's a big family! So, where are you going to get married?
Aiden: We're going to have a wedding. In California.
Mommy: Why California?
Aiden: 'Cause me and Stella know where California is. And I have to wear wedding clothes. What do I have to wear?
Mommy: I guess you'll have to wear a sport coat.
Aiden: Yeah! I can wear my Tee-ball jacket!
Mommy: (laughing) Um, not sports, like tee ball or football. A suit jacket--a dressy jacket.
Aiden: And I'll wear my red sunglasses. Those can be my wedding glasses. Mommy, what is it called, what Mommies are to Daddies?
Mommy: (stumped for a moment while I attempt to decipher this) You mean husband and wife?
Aiden: Yeah! Stella will be my husband. I mean my wife. And I'll be the daddy and the husband.
Daddy: So, what will you do after the wedding?
Aiden: Me and Stella will play the Wii. We'll do bowling. And boxing. I can beat Stella at boxing. Then we'll go to Chuck E. Cheese.
Daddy: So, why do you want to get married?
Aiden: (In a tone of voice that clearly indicates he thinks his Daddy is an idiot for asking) So Stella can have a baby in her tummy! (Insert 1990's era "Duh!" here)
Aiden: Mommy, when can we have the wedding?
Mommy: I'm not sure, buddy--we'll have to talk to Mr. Jason and Ms. Emily about that.
Aiden: Can Mr. Will and Ms. Brooke come? And baby Breckin? And Aunt Cathy and Uncle Wayne....
Mommy: We'll see.
Aiden: Mommy, who can Aubrey marry? Maybe she can marry Breckin? Then Aubrey can have a baby in her tummy!
(Daddy chokes a little. And reminds himself to research chastity belts.)
_______________________
Aiden brought up the wedding/marrying Stella conversation again after a Bahama Bucks outing with Stella and her family. And again on the way home from school today. And at bedtime tonight. I think we may have to have a little play wedding for these two sometime soon!
Brings back memories of when I was 9 and married my 5 year old brother, Ryan, to his neighborhood girlfriend, Carrie. They had an adorable wedding in our front yard, with me officiating, my mother serving as a witness, a couple of bridesmaid friends in attendance, and my brother giving Carrie a ring I had woven out of stalks of grass. I remember distinctly saying, "You may now kiss the bride" and hearing a chorus of "EW! COOTIES!!" as the bride and groom ran away from each other in horror. Ah, the innocence of childhood!
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