As mentioned in yesterday's blog, Ricki and I were at a wedding Sunday evening. What I didn't mention were the interesting conversations we had as we walked there and back. \going she asked me who the groom was. I replied that I really didn't know. After a moments hesitation she suggested that maybe the girl was marrying her father. I explained that she could hardly do that because girls don't marry their fathers, and her father was already married to her mother. (This mistake was obviously do to her confusion with the word husband vs. father. I doubt when saying the sentence that she actually had the girl's father in mind.) Then we got into a discussion about "wedding halls", what a hall needs to be like, and why.
On our return trip Ricki asked me if the new couple would be living somewhere else, what the bride's new last name would be, and more.
These are all topics that Ricki has discussed with me earlier, and which she covered in classes in school in the early grades. But it seems that she was a bit unsure about them. What pleases me TREMENDOUSLY is that, not being sure, she ASKED!