The Way Things Are

Blythe is really a thinker.  She tries to figure things out and understand how the world works.  The other day she told me about what happens when you get married.  Here is, in essence, what she said.  Although I am not exactly sure I remember word for word, I am pretty close.

"Mom, when you get married, you have to share a room," she said.  She and Brandt have their own rooms, so sharing isn't an issue at the moment.  "You sleep in the same bed," she continued, "but you get your own dresser."

She's got the whole marriage thing figured out.

And she's only four.