Amy decided she wanted to play "dress up." This was probably inspired after she enjoyed playing dress-up with her cousin, Anika. She found her fancy "flower girl" dress and begged me to let her wear it. Since I doubt she will be a flower girl in any more weddings any time soon, and I doubt that she would wear THAT dress in another wedding anyway, I decided to let her play. Soon she was waltzing around the home singing "Now I'm going to marry you, gently, marry you."
Michael soon wondered into the room, pushing his doll stroller and looking a bit bewildered by his sister's sudden display of prose. "Is this your wedding?" He asked.
"Yes," she cried gayly. "I'm going to marry you! Come, pretend this is the GIRL'S dressing room and you haven't seen me yet. I'm going to close the door and you have to wait outside because you are the GROOM." She eyed his red shirt and blue shorts with disgust. "Michael, you need to wear your suit!"
"No! I don't want to get dressed up." Michael shook his doll stroller vigorously for emphasis.
"But Michael, it is SO much fun to get dressed up. See how much fun I'm having? You don't want to miss out on the fun."
"No, I NOT get dressed up." Michael was determined.
"OK," Amy finally acquiesced. "Just stand outside and wait for me to march to you."
Michael dutifully stood outside the closet door. Soon it came flying open and out flounced an exuberant bride singing "I'm coming up to marry you, gently marry you."
"No!" Stated Michael. "I'm the GROOM. I'm supposed to come to you."
Amy ignored the interruption and continued her sweet love song. It didn't take her long to reach Michael--who with arms crossed seemed to lack the usual grooms welcoming stance. No matter, Amy attempted to give him a welcoming hug.
"No, I am the groom and I was supposed to march to YOU." Michael pushed Amy away. Amy renewed her attempt to display affection and was once more given the cold shoulder. "You didn't let ME march down the isle, I'm the GROOM."
"OK." Amy said, unfazed. "You march down the isle and I'll marry you." Michael was sent into the other room to "march down the isle." Unfortunately, he never returned. In the other room he found his forgotten doll stroller and soon he was happily pushing that around the room. Amy finally grew tired of waiting for her groom to return and the wedding was soon forgotten. Guess we have a bit of work to do with Michael before his wedding actually arrives...
Michael soon wondered into the room, pushing his doll stroller and looking a bit bewildered by his sister's sudden display of prose. "Is this your wedding?" He asked.
"Yes," she cried gayly. "I'm going to marry you! Come, pretend this is the GIRL'S dressing room and you haven't seen me yet. I'm going to close the door and you have to wait outside because you are the GROOM." She eyed his red shirt and blue shorts with disgust. "Michael, you need to wear your suit!"
"No! I don't want to get dressed up." Michael shook his doll stroller vigorously for emphasis.
"But Michael, it is SO much fun to get dressed up. See how much fun I'm having? You don't want to miss out on the fun."
"No, I NOT get dressed up." Michael was determined.
"OK," Amy finally acquiesced. "Just stand outside and wait for me to march to you."
Michael dutifully stood outside the closet door. Soon it came flying open and out flounced an exuberant bride singing "I'm coming up to marry you, gently marry you."
"No!" Stated Michael. "I'm the GROOM. I'm supposed to come to you."
Amy ignored the interruption and continued her sweet love song. It didn't take her long to reach Michael--who with arms crossed seemed to lack the usual grooms welcoming stance. No matter, Amy attempted to give him a welcoming hug.
"No, I am the groom and I was supposed to march to YOU." Michael pushed Amy away. Amy renewed her attempt to display affection and was once more given the cold shoulder. "You didn't let ME march down the isle, I'm the GROOM."
"OK." Amy said, unfazed. "You march down the isle and I'll marry you." Michael was sent into the other room to "march down the isle." Unfortunately, he never returned. In the other room he found his forgotten doll stroller and soon he was happily pushing that around the room. Amy finally grew tired of waiting for her groom to return and the wedding was soon forgotten. Guess we have a bit of work to do with Michael before his wedding actually arrives...
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