Waiting in line to drop Annie at preschool yesterday, we heard the church bells chime nine times, which is always our signal to drive forward and start letting the four-year-olds out on the playground. Annie was lost in her own little world until she heard the bells, which must have reminded her of the bells that clang during Cinderella's wedding scene.
"I wish today was Miss Jenny's wedding," she said dreamily.
I cocked my head and looked at her. Was I missing something? Is Miss Jenny engaged? "Is Miss Jenny having a wedding?" I asked.
Annie snapped her head around and looked at me sharply. "Mom," she said. "EVERYBODY has a wedding. Miss Susan already had her wedding; now, she's a teacher and a mommy. If Miss Jenny wants to be a mommy, then she has to have a wedding."
We pulled forward, and Miss Jenny opened the car door.
"Annie was wishing that today was your wedding day," I told her as Annie hopped out of the car.
"Oh, yes," she said. "Annie wears the white dress-up dress and the white shoes and plays wedding almost every single day. Ben is the groom."
Of course he is.
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