Of wedding plans..

The brat sat with mamma, with the room darkened and pappa snoring on the other side of the bed, and his Ironman action figure in his hand.
Mamma, he piped up, when I grow up, I will get married to A.
Mamma, in sleep haze, murmured hmmm hmmm in suitably non commital manner.
He continued undeterred. She iz very priddy.
Mamma repeated the hmmm hmmms, but fully alert now and going back to her mental list of appropriate answers to be given at every situation.
But the brat wasnt looking for validation or approval. He was a man who had made up his mind and was presenting me with a fait accompli.
An wen we get married, I will sleep next to Pappa and she will sleep next to you. And we will gerrup together, and go to skul together.
I guess congratulations are in order. I am on my way to being a mother in law.