Yesterday, while I was in the kitchen getting lunch ready:

• CHICKPEA: Mom, meet Dane.  He’s my friend.  (she points to the air next to her)
• ME: Hello, Dane.  How did you and Chick meet?
• CHICKPEA: We met on the balcony.  He’s a grown-up.  And I’m pretending to be a grown-up, too.  We love each other.  We’re going to get married.
• ME: Oh really?

(I try not to laugh while concentrating on the lunch.  Chick leaves for a minute, then comes back with a wad of her underwear–she’s holding them like a bouquet of flowers.)

• ME: What are you doing with those?
• CHICKPEA: We’re getting married.  These are my flowers.  Don’t look.

(Chick starts mouthing words to nobody in general while holding the “flowers” in front of her; I move to the balcony to start feeding her brother and to contain my laughter.)

• CHICKPEA: (running outside) Okay, we’re married!
• ME: Oh good.  How was your wedding?
• CHICKPEA: Good.  We kissed at the end.  But don’t worry, Mom, Dane loves Jesus.
• ME: Um…  I guess that’s good.  So… (trying to think of something to say) When people get married, after the wedding they go on a honeymoon.  That’s a vacation that’s just the husband and wife.  So where are you going to go?
• CHICKPEA: We’re going to the moon.  But we decided to wait until after lunch.  It’ll be more fun that way.

I have no idea where she got the name Dane.  The only Dane we know is a friend of her daddy’s in Oregon, and she’s met him I think twice in her life.

posted: 09 June 27
under: chickisms, chickpea