I Got Married...Again

Hayden is four.

Ever since we attended a wedding for friends on Thanksgiving weekend, he's been a bit mesmerized with "tying the knot."

He's been using the terms 'wife' and 'husband' more often, and when he kisses me goodnight, he lingers a bit longer. Very cute. During a recent trip to the bank, he asked me again about the wedding we attended, wanting to know why she carried flowers and why they danced first.

Last week, I told Hayden it was time for bed and we needed to go upstairs. He surprisingly didn't fight me on it, but had one request.

"Hook your arm in mine, Mom." He then told me to walk slow, and I quickly realized his intentions.

I played along by humming the wedding march and when we got to the foot of the stairs, Hayden's cheeks got rosy red and he grinned at the floor.

I love little moments like this, but they don't last long. The warm-fuzzy was over when Hayden grabbed his privates and shouted, "I gotta peeeeeeeeeeeeeeee! And off he went.

I guess you could say I was left standing at the altar.