Here Comes the Bride
Part One
We hit the local thrift shop and Pie immediately gravitated toward a particular book,What Is a Princess. The last spread of the book reads, "And princesses live happily ever after" with the final page a picture of Cinderella in her wedding dress with her prince (in all fairness, it also tells that princesses are smart and brave as well). Pie declared it a good bedtime book, "because it's such a good story." But it prompted this bedtime discussion:
Pie: Is Cinderella getting married?
Me: Yes, she is.
Pie: Can I get married?
Me: When you're a grown-up, you may get married. But only grown-ups get married.
Pie: Can I marry Daddy?
Me: No. I'm afraid Daddy is already married to me. You can marry someone else.
Pie: Who can I marry?
Me: You'll grow up and fall in love. And that's who you'll marry.
Pie: I can marry a man?
Me: You can marry a man. Or you can marry a woman. You'll marry another person.
Pie: I'll marry another person?
Me: Yes.
Pie: I want to marry a man.
Me: Okay.
Pie: I want to marry Daddy.
Me: Sorry. I already married him.
Pie: Can I have a baby and get married?
Me: Sure! Most folks do it in the other order, though. They get married and then have a baby.
Pie: I want to have a baby and get married.
Me: Okay.
Pie: Will you hold it?
Me: What?
Pie: Will you hold the baby? When I get married?
Me: Sure.
This feminist mommy is sure trying to be supportive, but no one told me it would get so political so young!
Part Two
Friday night dinner conversation:
Pie: Mommy, when I'm big, can I marry you?
Me: I'm 'fraid not. I'm already married.
Pie: Can I marry Doodles?
Me: You really can't marry anyone who's related to you.
Adam: You can marry [he lists two boys from her school] Alberto or Englebert!
Me: Or you can marry Marvin. Or Angela or Jasmine!
Adam: Right, this is a progressive household.
Pie: I can marry Jasmine?
Me: Sure!
Pie: I want to marry Jasmine!
Me: Okay!
Doodles: That would be good. Because if you marry Jasmine, then there could be two mamas to have babies.
Pie: Can I wear a dress?
Doodles: Silly, you have to wear a dress when you get married!
Me: Actually, you don't. But, yes, you may wear a dress.
Pie: My fourth of July dress?
Doodles: That won't fit you by then!
Me: Yes, you may wear your fourth of July dress.
Pie: Can we dance?
Doodles: You always dance at weddings.
Me: Yes, you may dance.
Pie: Dance! And I marry Jasmine.
She goes back to eating her cookie, happy that one of the major decisions of her life are complete.
We hit the local thrift shop and Pie immediately gravitated toward a particular book,What Is a Princess. The last spread of the book reads, "And princesses live happily ever after" with the final page a picture of Cinderella in her wedding dress with her prince (in all fairness, it also tells that princesses are smart and brave as well). Pie declared it a good bedtime book, "because it's such a good story." But it prompted this bedtime discussion:
Pie: Is Cinderella getting married?
Me: Yes, she is.
Pie: Can I get married?
Me: When you're a grown-up, you may get married. But only grown-ups get married.
Pie: Can I marry Daddy?
Me: No. I'm afraid Daddy is already married to me. You can marry someone else.
Pie: Who can I marry?
Me: You'll grow up and fall in love. And that's who you'll marry.
Pie: I can marry a man?
Me: You can marry a man. Or you can marry a woman. You'll marry another person.
Pie: I'll marry another person?
Me: Yes.
Pie: I want to marry a man.
Me: Okay.
Pie: I want to marry Daddy.
Me: Sorry. I already married him.
Pie: Can I have a baby and get married?
Me: Sure! Most folks do it in the other order, though. They get married and then have a baby.
Pie: I want to have a baby and get married.
Me: Okay.
Pie: Will you hold it?
Me: What?
Pie: Will you hold the baby? When I get married?
Me: Sure.
This feminist mommy is sure trying to be supportive, but no one told me it would get so political so young!
Part Two
Friday night dinner conversation:
Pie: Mommy, when I'm big, can I marry you?
Me: I'm 'fraid not. I'm already married.
Pie: Can I marry Doodles?
Me: You really can't marry anyone who's related to you.
Adam: You can marry [he lists two boys from her school] Alberto or Englebert!
Me: Or you can marry Marvin. Or Angela or Jasmine!
Adam: Right, this is a progressive household.
Pie: I can marry Jasmine?
Me: Sure!
Pie: I want to marry Jasmine!
Me: Okay!
Doodles: That would be good. Because if you marry Jasmine, then there could be two mamas to have babies.
Pie: Can I wear a dress?
Doodles: Silly, you have to wear a dress when you get married!
Me: Actually, you don't. But, yes, you may wear a dress.
Pie: My fourth of July dress?
Doodles: That won't fit you by then!
Me: Yes, you may wear your fourth of July dress.
Pie: Can we dance?
Doodles: You always dance at weddings.
Me: Yes, you may dance.
Pie: Dance! And I marry Jasmine.
She goes back to eating her cookie, happy that one of the major decisions of her life are complete.
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