Father Of The Bride: Part I

I very nearly blew out my sinuses by snorting Diet Coke up, through, and out of my nose. For some reason, as I was in the middle of a rather tasty glass of ice cold caffeinated goodness, Ian decided it was an appropriate time to speak to our 4- almost 5-year old about his newly established rules for dating. He called Lindy over to him and proceeded to inform her than she cannot date until she's 16 but, in addition to that, she will not be allowed to date the same guy two times in a row. She will have to go on a date with someone else in between. Now...I'm not saying that it's a bad rule. I'm not even saying that I won't actually try to enforce stricter rules of my own at some point. However...the look of pure confusion on that little girls face almost made me spew like I've never spewed in my life. Luckily the beverage made it down the right venue and I was able to breathe, however labored, through several minutes of good old-fashioned laughter. We have been provided with further proof that Ian will be giving Steve Martin a run for his money during Lindy's future dating life. Wish her luck.