My little brother (who’s actually not so little at almost 6′ft tall and a month shy of his 30th birthday) and his long-time girlfriend got engaged last weekend. They announced it to the family at a party Friday night. I was at a mommy conference (which I will post about later). So he told me the news Saturday night as I was driving back home. I then told Seth the news. This is how that conversation went…

Me: Seth quess what? Uncle Matt and Aunt Candace are engaged!
Seth: (quizzical look)
Me: That means they will be getting married.
Seth: (stares at me blankly)
Me: Getting married means they will go to church and promise to love and take care of each other forever. Candace will probably wear a pretty white dress and there will be a big party afterwards.
Seth: Can I wear a pink dress?
Me: Uh, well… I don’t think you’d be very comfortable in a pink dress, sweets.
Seth: Well then can I wear a black dress?
Me: Well… I don’t think you’d be comfortable in ANY sort of dress. I’m thinkin’ you should wear what big boys usually wear and go with pants. But we’ll talk more about that later.

I told Marc about this conversation later on. His response? “Don’t tell me stuff like THAT!”