an arranged marriage, part two

I have at least one reader who has begged me for more information on Seamus’ wedding and just how it went down. My five year old came home from pre-K yesterday and told me he was “married to Elizabeth.” He showed me one of my ponytail holders around his upper arm, as proof of his pledged fidelity. And then refused to give me a single other detail.

I kept trying different angles, all through bath and dinner and teeth-brushing, and have managed to glean the following additional information:

Q: Whose idea was it?

A: Seamus’ idea, because his friend Colin had a wife too, Sophia, and Seamus wanted in on the action.

Q: Did you have a wedding?

A: No.

Q: Did you ask Elizabeth to marry you?

A: No.

Q: So how do you know that you’re married?

A: Because during free play I said to her, “What’re you doing, wife,” and she answered, “Cleaning.”

Seamus decided he would take a wife, and when he called Elizabeth “wife” in his mumbly, shy voice, she didn’t expressly contradict him, so that means they’re married. Plus, she likes to clean.

It’s all very caveman. Or Mormon splinter sect. Or something.

I was anxious to see them together at dropoff this morning, but Seamus assiduously avoided eye contact and stuck to the Play-Doh table.

That’s all I have for now… if there’s an afternoon update I will be sure to post it!

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Mollie November 19, 2009 at 11:27 pm

Well, that settles it. See if you can find out where they're registered…


Phoebe November 20, 2009 at 2:15 pm

Shake down the siblings. Jackson recently announced his upcoming nuptials to some girl named "Sissy Visa". While Jackson refused to elaborate to me, Anna was able to extract from Jackson that no one in the family is invited to the wedding and that this girl is MUCH older. Anna believes she is 11 and does not have pure intentions for our little 2 1/2 year old Jackie. Sounds like Seamus has more romantic sense than my petite Romeo…at least his betroved seems to come from a good lot. Keep us posted, this is too funny.


Sarah in NC November 20, 2009 at 7:34 pm

When my son was in grade school, sweet young things would often call him on the phone. When I'd call him in from the backyard and whatever ballgame was in season, the conversations were always identical on his part. I'd hear "Yeah. silence. Yeah. silence. Yeah. silence. I gotta go. click". It was reassuring for his mother to know that no little hussy had the power to distract him from the all-important game – that he was still all mine. Then came the day when the phone rang, I called him in and handed him the receiver, and instead of the usual impatient sigh he smiled shyly, took the phone and retreated to the other room. 10th grade? 11th? I don't remember how old he was, but I sure remember the pang in my heart as I realized that we were entering a stage from which there was no return. He'd never be all mine again.


MarjnHomer November 26, 2009 at 1:22 am

Are you going to throw them a party? Lol I'm just wondering about the whole honeymoon phase and all. How long do you think it'll last?


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