Dear Emma Gracie,

That big *sigh* you heard today was from your Mommy. You have leap-frogged over the age of 4 and you have gone straight to age 14.

You told me today that when you grow up you and Sam are going to get married. Little Sam is your sweet, (very cute – you do have good taste!) little friend that you play with at Kids Klub while Mommy works out. You just told me as we were walking out, “Mommy, when I get bigger like you, Sam and I are going to get married. And he’ll get bigger too so we can get married!”

What happened to marrying Daddy? (Not in a sick, Kentucky-inbred sort of way – but a sweet little FOUR-YEAR OLD way.) You are not supposed to be planning out futures with little boys named Sam (or boys by any other name, for that matter.), you are supposed to be running around having a fun life free of worries or cares.

All I’m saying is, keep this up and you are going to give your Mommy a heart-attack. Come on! You know the plan:

• No dating until you are 18.
• You’ll get married at 26 or so.
• Have little grandbabies around 28, or maybe 30.

So, Sam, hit the road. You can come around knocking in 14 years or so.

All my love,
Mommy