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Me:  Harper, do you think we’re going to be good friends when you’re older?

Harper:  Let me whisper something to you.

She comes over and leans into my ear.

Harper: (whispering) I’m going to marry you.

Me: (laughing) You can’t marry me.  I’m your mother.  And I’m married to your father.

Harper:  Nooo. You adopted that guy!

Me:  I adopted him??

Harper:  I wasn’t there when you got married.  I didn’t see it.

Me: So it didn’t happen?

Harper: That’s right, lady. You went up to him and said, (high voice) “Excuse me, sir?  May I adopt you??” And then he said (deep voice) “okay, yes ma’am you may adopt me.”  And then you adopted him.

Me:  Well I can’t marry you even if I did adopt him.  You can’t marry your child.

Harper:  Fine!  It’s no use then!  If I can’t marry you, we can’t be friends!

I think my daughter may have just broken up with me.