After attending Jeffé and Sarah's wedding last Saturday, The Prof and I kept our nuptial planning action low key this week. Instead, we used our evening time to watch season three of "Lost," and prep for this Sunday's South End Open Market. Actually, the only wedding-related thing achieved was the mailing of a photo of us on "the" engagement day to parents and grandmas, along with requests for their additions to the guest list.
We also have a Ringbearer to accompany our Flower Princess.
Last night, while Cho gave Linc a bath, I sat by the tub, drinking wine and preparing for my ask.
"Linc," I said, "You know how Auntie Titi and Uncle Bink are getting married?"
"Would you like to help us when we get married by carrying our rings?"
He looked unsure. Cho chimed in sweetly, "It's a very special, important thing. Would you like to help Christi and Mark?"
I followed with, "Would you be our ringbearer?" (not that a two-year old has any idea of the definition of this role, but I was trying for a memorable moment.)
Shyly, he slid toward the back of the tub, made a soft noise...
and let out a big poo.
We're taking that response as a "yes."