This morning I reminded Reagan that Curry would be coming over before preschool. (Curry is Reagan's "boyfriend" from church; he rides to preschool with us every Wednesday.) Reagan was excited as usual and began talking about Curry's recent birthday. Then, she spelled out her life plan:
"When I get big and Curry gets big, he's going to marry me--because he's my best friend!"
Well, there you have it. Decided.
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