Toe Rings = Marriage?

This is a conversation I had with a 4 year old at work today:

4 yr. old:  Why do you have a ring on your toe?  Are you married?

Me:  Uh, no I just like it I guess.

4 yr. old:  When are you going to get married?

Me:  I don’t know.  When are you going to get married?

4 yr. old:  (cocks her head to the side and thinks) Well…a few days after I get older.

Me:  Yeah, me too.  High five.

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10 thoughts on “Toe Rings = Marriage?

  1. That’s better than the lady who told me I must be into slavery and S&M when she saw mine. Much sweeter too.

    What?? Were did she come up with that?

    • Um, I have no idea. Keep in mind I got my very first toe ring (since this is the one being referred to, it’s important to the story) in Venice Beach, California when I was about 14. The woman who said this to me lived in Chicago and had perhaps never seen a toe ring before and was just an idiot.

      Definitely she was an idiot. Seriously, who comes to those conclusions based on a toe ring?

  2. “A few days after I get older”…great line.

    My daughter got married yesterday at her pre school prom to Andrew. It’ll last I am sure of it.

    I’m totally going to start using this as a time line for everything. “When are you going to mow the lawn?” “A few days after I get older…” “When are you….” Works perfectly. The preschool kids I work with get married a lot. Always the girl asks and the boys sort of mumbles a “sure” or “okay” and the next thing you know the boy has a laser made out of Legos and shooting the bad guys (a.k.a. the girl) from across the room.

  3. Kids crack me up! Once my friend and I were on the subway in NYC. She is very blonde like me. We were sitting across from a little black girl who was about four years old. We were noticeably the only white people on the train. The little girl struck up conversation with us. Then, suddenly she stopped, gave us that cocked head, and asked the two of us, “Are you the same person?”

    HAHA that is priceless! I love it.

  4. My dad always likes to tell the story of the time that I was about 4 or 5 and we were in the grocery store. Ahead of us in line was a big, burly black guy. I looked up at my dad and said loudly, “Daddy, that’s a black man, isn’t it?” Luckily the guy thought it was pretty funny.

    Haha. Don’t you sometimes cringe at the stuff you know you said as a kid?

  5. That is so cute and completely my thought process. Are we going to grow up? Ever?

    I hope not, I like being a kid…or at least acting like one.

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