As I was giving Emerie a bath tonight, she started to explain how life works. She told me that she was four now, but that she couldn't go to someone else's yard to play (like her older brothers). She said that everyone starts as a baby...

"First you're one and your a baby,
then you're two and you're a baby,
then you're three and you're a big girl,
then you're four and you're a big girl,
then you're five and you're still a big girl,
then you're six and you're still a big girl,
then you're seven and you're still a big girl,
then you're eight and you're still a big girl,
then you're nine and you're still a big girl,
then you're ten and you're still a big girl,
then you get married and then you die!"

I asked her how old you were when you got married. She said, "Ten!" I quickly corrected her and said, "Not ten, Emerie. You get to get married when you're forty-five. FORTY-FIVE." :-)