Papa, mama: Huh? You are too young to get married dear. How old are you?
Candra: 3 years old. I say, next year, when I am four years old, I will get married.
Papa, mama (playing along): Who are you marrying?
Candra: Err...Mama! which boy boy?
Mama: Let me think.
Candra: I know, the 2 boys in church.
Papa, mama: Which 2 boys? (Only 2 families we know with 2 boys..haha!)
Papa: Is it Z & Z? Or CQ & CS?
candra: Yes yes, those names!!
(Then we realised she was referring to her flower girl stint next year with the 2 boys.....)
Papa, mama: You are not getting married. uncle LB is. You will just be a flower girl.
Candra: When I am holding this flower, I will get married!
Papa mama: FAINTZ....
Mama: Let me think.
Candra: I know, the 2 boys in church.
Papa, mama: Which 2 boys? (Only 2 families we know with 2 boys..haha!)
Papa: Is it Z & Z? Or CQ & CS?
candra: Yes yes, those names!!
(Then we realised she was referring to her flower girl stint next year with the 2 boys.....)
Papa, mama: You are not getting married. uncle LB is. You will just be a flower girl.
Candra: When I am holding this flower, I will get married!
Papa mama: FAINTZ....