This morning, my three year old walked into the room and fell to the floor with a big sigh.

Me: What’s wrong?
Her: I’m not married.
Me: You’re three.
Her: I’m afraid I’ll never get married!
Me: Again, you’re three. You’ve got a long way to go.
Her: When will I ever get married?
Me: When you find a guy as great as daddy.
Her: No, Daddy doesn’t wear princess underwear.