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Baba was helping J eat breakfast on Sunday morning. He lovingly pushed her hair out of her face so she could eat.

J said: “Baba! You look like you want to marry me!”  (darn. too much Little Mermaid.)

Baba: “Well J, I’m your Baba. I can’t marry you. Your going to marry someone else.”

J: “Who am I going to marry?”

Baba: “I don’t know. You will pick when  you get older.”

J: “Will you pick for me?”

Baba: “Sure.”

This conversation is forever recorded. J, when you’re 16, we’ll remind you that you asked your Baba to pick your husband!

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