We'd been reading Eloise At The Wedding (Riley's favorite of the flower girl books I got from the library). In the story Eloise meets a bride who's getting married in the ballroom of the hotel she lives in. The bride is crying because her flower girl is sick. She says:
My flower girl is sick. How can I get married?Riley came into my room one morning and looked at me sweetly and said: Mommy, How can I get married? (a little taken a back) Well...You meet your prince, he puts a ring on your finger, you buy a dress and have a wedding. Yup! (pushes her doll stroller down the hall) A few minutes later I realized she was quoting the book and felt silly.
A different day she brought me my butterfly kneeling pad from outside and said Here Mommy! For your weddin' day. Here ya go! For your weddin' day. Who knows what she thought I'd need that for...
Riley was in Daddy's arms yesterday and I reached up and gave her a squeeze. She grabbed my hand and said: What's that?. Mike answered that it was my ring.
Who gave me that ring, Riley? (fully expecting her to say Daddy) The prince! (she obviously remembered our conversation from the other day) That's right. What does that ring mean? Silence (prompting) We're going to have... CAKE!!! She's not wrong.Today she noticed flowers on her shirt and exclaimed: Look! I have weddin' flowers on my shirt!
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