Three

"Rebekah, put your toy in the playroom."
Five minutes later,
"Rebekah, put your toy in the playroom."
"I wiiilllll-aahh. How many times do I have to TELL you!"

A typical conversation at our house:
"Rebekah, did you eat the cookie?"
"No, Jess-ca did."
"NO I DIDN'T! SHE'S LYING!"
"Rebekah, did you eat the cookie?"
"Yes."

"Rebekah, how old are you?"
"Ree"

Rebekah was extremely talkative while Jess was gone at Papa's house. She didn't stop talking! We figured she was making up for lost time. Had to squeeze as much talking in as possible while her sister was away. Scott and I were laughing so hard all weekend. She comes up with the darndest things. Her big "problem" all weekend, that she kept bringing up, was who she is going to marry. Finally, Sunday morning she figured it out. Matthew! She wanted to marry Matthew! And she told him so! Kris said, "Nope. You can't. He's your cousin." I said, "Well, technically she could. But that would be too wierd. Kris is already her aunt and her godmother. She would also be her mother in law!"

So, the decision is still not made. Scott ages about ten years every time the girls talk about getting married. They are three and five! They are not supposed to be talking about this stuff yet. So, Scott's comment is, as he looks at me as though I am tne responsible one, "Well, we wouldn't have this problem if we had boys!"