"What's that?!" India points at the computer screen. We are looking through old photos the post-millennial way, and we've come across a picture of my grad school buddy Karin's Hawai'ian wedding.
"That's Karin and Geoff getting married," I tell her. (You may remember Karin from previous posts, and in case you're wondering, yes, somehow she manages to get me in trouble even in two-dimensional, pixilated form.)
"Why is Josie in the picture with them?" India wonders.
"Well, dear," I search my brain for the words to explain this in a way a four-point-seven-year-old can understand, "Geoff is Karin's second husband, so he's Josie's stepfather. Josie went with them to Hawai'i."
"How come I couldn't go to your wedding?" India asks accusatorily. Okay, so my brilliant explanation didn't exactly go down well.
"Because, honey, you weren't born yet," I remind her.
Later that night, over dinner, India announced that she wants a new stepdad and a new stepmom. Why? Because she wants to wear a pretty dress and be in a wedding, of course! "But who's going to look after us while you're out finding new husbands and wives?" she wondered out loud. Then her face brightened. "I know! Nonni and Poppi can look after us for the weekend while you go out!" (Clearly this girl has absolutely no idea of my dating history, or she would have scheduled another decade or three for me to find Husband #2.)
"How about if Mommy and Daddy just stay married and then we won't have to go looking for new husbands and wives?" Warren proposed.
"But then I won't get to wear a pretty dress like Josie," India objected. Then she thought about it for a moment. "I guess it would be easier," she conceded.
"Oh, good." I said, and Warren rolled his eyes at me. "I'm glad we have your approval."
Heh. Reminds me of my son, who when told that he could not get a cat because his father is allergic, and we have 2 greyhounds, thought for a minute, and suggested the following alternative:
"Or, you and dad could get a divorce, he can take the dogs, and we can get a cat!"
Not. gonna. happen.
Posted by: Karen | July 02, 2009 at 04:46 PM