Emma: "Mommy, when you got married, did you wear a pretty dress at the grand ball?"
Me: "Yes, would you like to see it?!" (I put my wedding dress on, which doesn't zip all the way up anymore by the way:()
Emma: "Oh Mommy! You look so pretty! Can you pretend you are dancing with the prince!?"
Me: "Sure. I'll pretend I'm dancing with Daddy" ( I dance around the room romantically, Emma's face is beaming!)
Emma: "Some day, when I marry Taylor (yes Cindi, that's your Taylor), I'm going to have a pretty dress, except mine will be blue."
Me: "A blue wedding dress would be beautiful Emma!" (I begin taking off my dress and putting it back in the bag.)
Emma: "No Mommy, leave it on all day!"
Me: "I can't sweetie, it will get in my way and get dirty."
Emma: "Then put on another dress Mommy!"
Me: "No more dresses, let's go eat lunch."
Emma: (Sigh) "okay."