This is the way a conversation went today just as we were finishing supper (I thought it was super cute):
Murielle: "You have to have a husband in order to get married, right mom?"
Me: "Sort of."
Mark: "And Murielle, that's what I am to Mommy...I'm her husband."
Samuel: "And I'M Murielle's husband...."
Murielle: "NoooooOOOoOooooOOOOOooo!!!!!!!"
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