"You love pepperonis so much, you should marry them!" I teased him.
"Marry them?" G laughed. "How you marry a pepperoni?" He slapped his forehead with a palm. "A pepperoni can't kiss you!" Palm slap again.
"Well, I can't marry pepperonis. I married Daddy, remember?"
"Marry a pepperoni. Snort, snort. What, you gonna dress it up like a lady?"
Today, when he mentioned that he loved Rory, I asked why he didn't marry her.
"Marry her? She not wear make-up!"
I'm pretty lost by that response, but apparently when he does settle down, he'd prefer a kissing lady who wears make-up. Good to know!
|G and Rory in late April. He'd just finished telling her, "I love you, Man!".|