Let's see if I can describe this so you can "hear" it correctly, the way it happened.
Luci and I were laying down, just before she fell asleep. (Yes, she still needs me to be there when she falls asleep. That's just the way it is.) Our faces were pretty close, we were looking at each other. She began asking questions in a sing-song voice, sounding more like a teen-aged, giggly young lady than a 5 year old.
So, did you meet Daddy on the Internet?
What? Did you hear about that on a commercial? Online dating?
Yes.
No, I met Daddy.... (and the story goes on, about nosy cousin Nancy always fixing me up with "eligible bachelors," blah blah blah).
Tell me about when he asked you to marry him!!!
blah, blah, blah (only I did use real words and told the story)
Where did you get married?
She knows that answer, but blah, blah happened anyways.
And then, with this big, silly grin on her face:
So, tell me all about your dress!!!
Yes, there really were three exclamation points after that question. And lots of disappointment that I did not have a "poofy" dress or "poofy" hair. Then Luci proceeded to tell me all about her wedding, and how big and "poofy" her hair and dress would be, and how fantastic the ice sculpture on top of her wedding cake would be. I didn't have the heart to tell her the ice would melt and make her lovely cake all smooshy.
Hey, I'm just thankful that she stopped asking questions before she got to the honeymoon. {blush}
1991--seems like yesterday!
