Holy matrimony Batman...

Today, as I was picking up Michael from preschool, he declared that he was going to marry Madison. Awww... I think it's only because they have cubbies next to each other. Now I know that the whole marriage thing wasn't Michael's idea-- it never is the guy's idea, right? My guess is that he was hooked into the game by one of his girl friends and ordered to marry someone. (Note: that is NOT how his Dad got married...although he does get ordered around a lot by bossy females...hmm...trend?)

Michael also received another invitation for another three-year-old's birthday party. I think it's one of those invited-the-whole-class-of-twenty-seven-kids kinds of parties. Yikes. Honestly-- what parent in their right mind would want to spend the Sunday after Thanksgiving entertaining twenty seven preschoolers? I have to ask Michael, "Do you play with this kid at school?" in order to determine whether or not to go, and is this kid a good enough friend that I'm willing to sacrifice a couple of hours to stand around with a bunch of parents that I don't know, watching twenty seven holy terrors get high on cupcake.

Probably not.

Alex has displayed his extreme dislike for the mall. That trait is also on the Y chromosome in this family. It's going to be a looooooong holiday season. Ever since Michael turned two, I've developed an extreme dislike for Hallosgivingmas (because that's what it really is now, isn't it?)...

I'm being paged. Alex is up.