It's late. Very late.
I'm sitting on my computer, visiting blogs, watching U-tube vid's....
waiting for that damn insomnia fairy to leave me the hell alone ~
just for one night!
When I hear familiar little footsteps shuffle towards my bedroom.
There she is, all squinty eyed with the swagger of a drunken sailer,
trying to navigate her way onto my bed by the light of my computer screen.
As she calls to me with outstretched arms, asking for a snuggle
She starts to ramble, and this is what she says.... I kid you not,
"Mommy??? I just love you so much... when I grow up can we get
married? I thought about this A LOT, and I decided I don't want to marry
Daddy anymore. I want to marry you.
How come we have to marry boys when we get big? Why can't we marry girls?
I think that would be more fun. Boys don't like to play with Barbies, and that's just silly. If we get married, does that make us " Liz beans", cuz that's what Sam at school said."
WHOA, whoa, whooooaaa!!! It's 2:00 in the morning. Wha???
Am I about to have this conversation right now? Where did THIS come from?
Did I hear her right? whajuswhosamithingy? And who the hell is Sam?
She continues... "Mommy, what's a "Liz bean"? Do you have to join a club or something?
I don't like beans, I hope you don't have to eat alot of beans.