A few weeks back, as we were talking about the differences between friends and girlfriends and wives, my oldest made an announcement: “I’m gonna marry Avery.”
Avery, in case you’re curious, is a very good friend of his, a girl who moved away a couple years ago. She lives in Texas now.
“Me too,” his younger brother said.
“You can’t.” the big guy said. “She can only marry one person. That’s how it works.”
“Well then,” the little guy paused, his face serious. “I guess it’s a race.”
My oldest’s eyes widened. “No!”
Heh. I’m thinking our next trip to Texas should be very interesting.