Reagan: "Mom, I marry you when I grow up?'
Mom: "No, sweetie, you can't marry your mama."
Reagan: "WHY?"
Where to start. Where to end. Just...NO.
Reagan: "Mom, will you pick a marriage for me?"
Mom: "You want me to pick out someone for you to marry?"
Reagan: "Yes."
Mom: "OK. I'll pick out someone for you to marry."
Reagan: "Well?? WHO?"
Mom: "I'll pick out someone who loves you with all his heart, and will be your friend forever."
Reagan: "What's his NAME?"
Mom: "I don't know."
Reagan: "Who is him?"
Mom: "I haven't met him yet."
Reagan: "Well, who I marry then?"
Mom: "We're not quite ready for you to get married just yet. When you're grown up, I'll find someone really nice for you."
Reagan: "Ah-right."
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