On the way to daycare, Braxton and I had the following conversation:
Braxton: Mom, who will I find to get married to?
Me: Well, you have to find a girl that you like and then ask her to marry you. Do you think you will find someone like that?
Braxton (after brief pause): I did. Her name is Nora. She's 5.
And so it begins...
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