The other day Chad noticed Melody staring up at our wedding pictures in the entry way. The following conversation occurred:
Chad: "Do you know who that is?"
Melody: "I don't know."
Chad: "That is your mommy. She has on a pretty dress. All these pictures are of our wedding, when we got married."
Melody: "She looks pretty. I wish I could have got married."
And so it begins.
[Also said by Melody, at the end of Cinderella: "Aww, Cinderella found her daddy (the prince)."]