(My youngest daughter, D2, is at the wonderful age where she almost completely grasps conversational language but does not completely grasp the world. I find this a magical, hilarious time in all of our lives and try to capture her fantastic dialogue for all to enjoy.)
D2, in the car, planning her future happiness.
D2: Mom, when I grow up we can’t get married because you are already married to Daddy, right?
D2: So I can’t marry Daddy either.
Me: Right. He is already married to me.
D2: And I can’t marry Ella…
Me: Right. Because she is your sister.
D2: No, because she is not good at clean up.
She may not quite get “marriage” yet, but she has good taste and clearly has picked up on some of the key things to look for.