So, I had the third marriage proposal of my life.
I handed my son a bracelet I made for him. He sat on my lap and asked me, "Will you marry me?"
I gave him kisses and told him he was sweet, but that I was already taken. "You're taken to marry, Mom?"
"Yes, Nick, I'm already married to your daddy!"
"But will you marry me?" Nick kept asking in the sweetest little boy voice.
(I also had fourth and fifth and sixth marriage proposals today, as my son did not stop asking me for 15 minutes!)