I so wish I had been blogging when David was Caroline’s age.  So many of his cute little quips are distant memories.  I did recall something the other day, though, and I thought I’d share.

He was probably five years old, and C was two.  Out of the blue, he asked me with a seriousness of which only my eldest is capable:

“Mommy? Can you marry sisters?”

“Uhhhh…. why?” I responded.

“When I grow up, I want to marry C,” he said.

“Oh, that’s sweet, honey. Why? Because you love her so much?” I asked.

“Yeah,” he replied. “And because she’s so pretty.”

And I melted. He’s such a sweet, sensitive Little Guy.