Wednesday, April 8
One day Sydney was telling me about this white basket that two of her very good preschool friends have. They were both flower girls in a wedding. I informed her I could probably find her a white basket that would be just the same.
"But, noooooo - you have to be a flower girl!" Does she even know what a flower girl is?
Several weeks later Kevin and I were discussing a wedding invite that we would be unable to attend and here is the conversation that followed:
Syd: So I won't be able to be the flower girl?
Me: No honey, you'll have to wait for someone like Uncle Kenneth to get married. (You know, someone that she actually knows and is possibly related to.)
Syd: To who?
Me: We don't know yet.
Syd: I think, it's going to be grandma.
Kevin: Umm, you can't marry your own mom.
Syd: Well, I didn't know. . . . . she was his mom!
That girl will do anything for the white basket! I guess we need to work on the family tree thing. I'm pretty sure she knew Kenneth is my brother.