A few nights ago, bath time. Hazel is draping a wet washcloth on herself, telling me it's her beautiful wedding dress.
"Mommy, who can I marry?"
"How about a boy? Do you know a good boy to marry?"
"You could marry Pierson."
"No, I can't marry Pierson. He's too younger."
Hmm, true. He is a whopping 10 months younger than her. Think.
"How about Bruce? You could marry Bruce." Got her! Bruce is 9 days older than her!
"No, Bruce is too younger too."
"No he's not. Bruce is your same age."
"He is? He's my same age? Yay!"
And immediately she's on to playing with the toy boats. Maybe this is the 3-year-old equivalent of writing your name with a boy's last name to see how it looks.