Shh, I'm a bigamist

Erin has been fascinated with weddings lately. She has a picture of herself dancing with Bruce at niece Melissa's wedding last year, which she refers to as "when I married Daddy." She has also been looking at our wedding album (now 8 years old!) and is absolutely enamored with all of it. So yesterday when we get home, she announces that she and I are going to "get married."


Dress? Check. Notice that her blankie dress is the ever-popular strapless variety. (And on a side note...will that fad end soon, please? I am SO over seeing strapless gowns at every.single.wedding. But moving on...) Flowers? Check. Or rather, flower. Head covering? Check. But wait--the head covering is not quite right. And the color of the dress is all off. Let's try again:

Ahh, this is more like it.

The perils of having a blanket-style strapless dress--or any strapless dress, really--is that it often works its way down. I tried to correct this by tying the blanket in a knot...to which she responded by slamming down the flower, throwing down the blanket, and declaring that I had "ruined our wedding." Geesh, what a Bridezilla.

And, of course, a wedding ensemble would not be complete without the proper footwear. Folks from the Isle of Whack will be pleased to see that she did not choose Crocs for the occasion.

After our quickie ceremony, we danced for a couple of minutes. There was no honeymoon. We are registered at Toys R Us. For those of you trying to work out the logistics, Drew is now her brother and her stepson. How sad that our union is not recognized by any of the contiguous states. Or anywhere else.