Love and Mawage

Sunday is Valentine's Day, and love is in the air here. Lately, Finn is obsessed with marriage. He's four, and you can't be too prepared for these big life decisions. Greta has gone from being a little girl in a saggy diaper singing along to the Wiggles to a mooning pre-tween right under my nose.

I don't know where Finn's obsession with marriage came from, but last week he started peppering me with questions:

"Do I hafta get mahweed?" (every time he says that I think of that scene from Princess Bride: Mawage. Mawage is wot bwings us togeder tooday. Mawage, that bwessed awangment, that dweam wifin a dweam...)

"If I wanna mahwee Tim, can I?"

"Do I hafta kiss when I get mahweed? Cause dat's GWOSS."

"Too many girls wanna mahwee me. So I'm gonna mahwee dem all. Dat's okay, wight?"

There is one girl who has consistently held a special place in his heart, though. He has been proclaiming his affection for her for over a year. He hasn't told her, yet, which is probably for the best. The girl he wants to marry most is Ren. Damomma's Ren. The Dialobical Genius Ren. The one who could eat him for lunch and look adorable doing it?

The other day, in the car on the way to school, he says for the umpteenth time: "I'm gonna mahwee Wen."

Greta: "I don't think Ren's Dad is going to like that, Finn."

Finn: "I don't want to mahwee her Dad, I want to mahwee WEN!"

It's a match made in heaven. Finn is utterly, completely content being stagehand to Ren's Director. Greta was a big fan of the idea, because then Ren's sister Mary, who is one of her best friends, would be her sister-in-law. I amused myself by picturing what sort of wedding Ren would want to have. It's hard to say, but I know there won't be any tulle involved.

And Damomma and I would be the mothers-in-law. How freaking awesome would that be? I've already picked out the hat I'll wear to their wedding:

They'd be adorable together wouldn't they?