While walking through WalMart today, P disappeared around a corner.
"Where are you?" I called.
"Here in the flowers," she replied.
When I found her she said, "I will need flowers for my wedding."
"Okay," I said as we continued.
We walked through the baby clothing looking for a pair of khaki pants for P. (She likes to dress in the same colors as I am lately. But she doesn't have anything close to the khaki pants I usually wear to work.)
"My baby will like this. He will look nice in this."
"Which baby?" I ask, thinking she must be talking about her cousin E or her best friend's baby sister.
"My baby. I will call him Andeen. I will make him a pink blanket like mine and he will love it."
"Okay." I said and we continued on.
While looking for detergent P asked, "When can I get married?"
"You should wait until you're at least 20," and we continued on to find watermelon.
"Maybe I will name my baby P. She can be just like me."
"I will need a wedding dress."
"We'll find a beautiful dress when you get married, but it's going to be a while before you get married. You should finish school first."
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Apparently P is already planning her wedding. Only 4 years and 1 month old.