Yesterday we attended a wedding reception. Near the end, the bride shared a dance with her father. Since Emma had been asking lots of questions about the whole wedding thing, we had been discussing temple weddings, cutting the cake, why they get presents, and all that. I mentioned that Emma would get to dance with her dad at her own wedding reception. Emma looked at Ryan and I and said, "Dance with Dad like he's my husband? No, I don't think so."
By the way, Ryan insists she won't get a choice in the matter.
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