Lori Borgman |May 13, 2024
We just found out one of our granddaughters is planning her wedding. We were as surprised as anyone. She is 8.
Naturally, her mother was the first to know—as it should be. She became suspicious when Little Miss began wearing her best cardigan to school, the white one with pearl trim around the collar, over her best dressy dress, the one with the large floral print and billowing skirt.
“Why are you dressing up every day?” her mother asked on the way to school.
Giggle, giggle. “Because there might be a kiss at recess.”
“A KISS?” her mother cried, nearly veering off the road. (You can still see the skid marks.)
“And a wedding!”
Who’s getting married?” her mother asked.
“Me, my friend and the groom.”
Now her mother veered to the other side of the road.
It turned out the wedding wouldn’t be for all three—and don’t you know her mother sighed a great sigh of relief on that point—the wedding would be between the groom and whichever girl he chose.
The plot thickens and the competition stiffens.
Fortunately, the groom-to-be is the son of one of our daughter’s good friends.
For those who do not believe history repeats itself, our daughter was in kindergarten when she came home and announced she had spent free time in the kissing center.
I asked where the kissing center was. She said it was in the corner of the classroom, in the treehouse, and there was a curtain you could pull closed. I didn’t believe it, so I called another mother who confirmed there was no kissing center in either kindergarten classroom.
In essence, our daughter tossed the bouquet and her daughter caught it.
When our daughter texted the groom-to-be’s mother, asking if she knew anything about a wedding at recess, she said yes, her son told her that two girls had been chasing him at recess. He said when one of them asked who he liked best, he screamed “NEITHER!” and began running as fast as he could.
That was one week ago. The intended groom could be at the Florida state line by now.
The girls have been sternly warned there is never, ever, ever to be kissing or weddings or chasing boys at school.
They were fine with that and announced they have moved on to imaginary boys.
I imagine they will be easier to catch.