Risa Sets Her Sights

Risa's getting married.

To David.

She declared this a few months ago on her first day of preschool, and damn if she isn't inching closer and closer to snagging her man. "Do you want to know who I'm going to marry?" she asked.

I tried to remain vaguely disinterested. "Um, sure."

"It's David." Giggles, batting eyelashes, quick exit from the table.

The thing that compels me to go "awwwww" about this is that David is so not the Cute Boy in Class (that honor would go to the swarthy Alexander, who left gold chocolate coins in everyone's cubby on Persian New Year). Oh, no. David looks...worried. All the time. He has little bags under his eyes, a squeaky voice ("May I have your attention, please?" he pipes during Sharing Time), and an endearing—if not particularly cool—attachment to his stuffed, purple bunny.

Anyhoots, I'll keep you posted on her progress (you're riveted; I can tell), which so far includes getting cozy during Celebration Time (also known as sitting in a circle and singing), holding hands on their way to use the potty, and some sort of private hand-clapping game that she refuses to detail for me. She did tell me one thing of note when I asked her why she wanted to marry David. "Because...I think he's gonna be soooo handsome when he grows up."

Remember that, my people: It's all about potential.