My conversation with Amelia tonight:
MILLIE, looking at a picture from our wedding: "I want to get married in the temple."
ME: "When you're bigger, and find a boy you love more than anything."
MILLIE: "I found a boy I love."
ME: "Oh, really? Who?"
ME: "Oh ho ho, and where did you meet him?"
MILLIE: "At the mall."
ME: "What were you doing at the mall?"
MILLIE: "I was watching him."
ME: "What color was his hair?"
ME: "And his eyes?"
MILLIE: "Blue. I want to marry him, mama."
No idea where this came from, and its funny, just so long as we don't have a similar conversation 10 years from now.