I came home from Girl’s Night and asked Jamison how school was here is what he said.
“Mama, I have the girl I am going to marry and it isn’t Ella.”
Me “She’s from Preschool?”
“Yes.”
“What’s her name?”
“I don’t know her name.”
“You don’t know her name? Then why are you going to marry her?”
“She asked me to and I like her so I said yes.”
Don’t we wish life could be this simple?
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