It’s a family thing. They all read the Sunday paper starting with the comics.
They, Ja and Molly, that is. But this blog post is about the funny stuff that comes out of her mouth.
Literally out of the mouths of babes….
Friday night: “Hey, have a look, Molly, this is the dress all you girls are going to wear in the wedding!”
It’s pretty, colorful, within the wedding color template. I like it. I excitedly show her and make it larger on my phone.
She looks very intently and inquisitively and without missing a beat says “oh, I’m not wearing that! I won’t look one-of-a-kind in that dress!” Plops down on couch and continues with, “and besides, it has flowers on it, and bees like flowers, and I’m scared of bees! No one is going to stand near me in that dress and collect the bees!”
I’m starting to dread this whole outdoor wedding thing even more. She’s going to look like a spazz-tastic freak show swatting bees the whole time!
The next morning, after I contemplated it a bit, I thanked her for pointing out that she should indeed look “one-of-a-kind” and we will go shopping for a dress only she will wear. “OK, but, Lauren, I have to look extraordinary!” She said it so matter-of-fact, like straight out of a Disney dialogue, not at all like she also knew how to spell such a word. I was caught speechless for just a second and replied, “if you’re supposed to look “extraordinary,” then how am I supposed to look?” (because it is all about me, right?)
“Like the bride, duh!”