Preschooler: Mommy, I’m not going to get married, you know.
Me: Why not?
Preschooler: Because I don’t want to leave you and Daddy. Ever.
Such sweet sentiments. Too bad she won’t believe she ever uttered these words when and if (a mom can hope) she’s one day consumed by boy craziness. Or when she decides to tie the knot with a Kalamata olive. Shortly after this conversation, she announced after stealing a few Kalamata olives from my Greek salad that she loved olives and might marry one someday.