We run a house full of testosterone - with occasional slivers of estrogen poisoning. So conversations about dream weddings and handsome princes are rare.
The boys understand the basics. Someday they will get married...after their mission, in a temple, with a girl, etc. etc.
That's enough for now.
Because girls are "girly" and they ride bikes too slow.
So when the subject of marriage was brought up last week, Pretty Girl's face went deathly pale. Not only will she marry someday, but she must marry....a boy??
A boy...like her brothers.
Oh, the horror!
She crossed her arms and declared her eternal spinsterhood. When I explained all the fun things that happen in marriage and families she relented and compromised with the only person she would ever think of spending the rest of her life with.
Favorite girl cousin, Lucy.
We're not going to push this topic for awhile.