when I'm bigger

One of Rachel's favorite phrases, when we tell her that she can't do something is, "When I'm bigger?" But she uses it in other conversations, too, lately, in talking about marriage.

Yesterday afternoon she was laying on the couch, still waking up from her nap, with her feet in my lap. "When I bigger I can marry you, Mommy," she told me.

Last night at dinner (we went to Bob Evans and she was eating her usual kids meal of five little pancakes--and ate them all!!) she started talking about getting married again when she's bigger. Daddy asked, "Who are you going to marry?"

"Mommy and Daddy!" she immediately replied.

After her bath last night she was wrapped up in her hooded giraffe towel. She started twirling around telling me she was wearing her wedding dress. I said, "You don't need a wedding dress, you're too little!"

"When I'm bigger?"

"Yes, when you're bigger and you get married, you can have a wedding dress."

"Then I can marry you, Mommy!"

I really don't like all of this talk of getting bigger and getting married. Time is already flying by way too fast. But at least she's going to be married to us, so she won't go too far away! :)