She's so fickle

Sarah told us this weekend that she has a boyfriend. His name is Angus.

I've met Angus. He's 5 years old and towers over her (she's so petite). When I picked her up Friday they had their arms around each other's waists ... wait, let me correct that. She had her arm around his waist - his was around her neck and he was practically dragging her around the room because he's so much taller. It was pretty comical, to tell the truth.

I guess her "love" has grown since last week, because he was only her best friend then. Now he's her boyfriend. She informed us last night that they are getting married... well, she said she was going to marry him. I don't know how he feels about this. ;)

I tell ya, Sarah's pretty fickle. Last year she said she was going to marry Santa Claus. I thought that was a good choice - all the presents you could ever want and all. Then, right after Christopher was born, she said she was going to marry him. I told her that yes, in some states you can marry your brother, but Alabama isn't one of them.

At the dinner table last night she was pooching her tummy out and said there was a baby in there. Another Cloostifer, to be exact. I asked her if there was a daddy. She said no. "Good," said Pete. Heh.