{"id":33139,"date":"2007-01-03T14:03:05","date_gmt":"2007-01-03T14:03:05","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/www.pat-matthews.com\/stories\/2007\/01\/03\/toddler-courtship\/"},"modified":"2007-01-03T14:03:05","modified_gmt":"2007-01-03T14:03:05","slug":"toddler-courtship","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.pat-matthews.com\/stories\/2007\/01\/03\/toddler-courtship\/","title":{"rendered":"Toddler Courtship"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>One evening during these past holidays we had a few friends over. Among them was a little girl who is just about the same age as C. They played together pretty well, with N trailing along after them, while the adults mingled, chatted, and watched a little football.<\/p>\n<p>Eventually, however, things broke down. The little guy came running to the table of adults where I was sitting. He was&nbsp;crying. We asked what was wrong.<\/p>\n<p>&#8220;She won&#8217;t marry me!&#8221; he wailed.<\/p>\n<p>&#8220;Um, what?&#8221;<\/p>\n<p>&#8220;She won&#8217;t&#8221; &#8211;&nbsp;snuffle &#8211; &#8220;marry me! I said we were going to&#8221; &#8211; snuffle,&nbsp;snuffle &#8211;&nbsp;&#8221;get married, and she said no! She doesn&#8217;t want to marry me!&#8221; He resumed his crying.<\/p>\n<p>Understandably, there was a bit of chuckling around the table. I called him over for a little quiet talk. &#8220;Listen, big guy. You don&#8217;t have to give up, you just have to be a little more subtle. Wait a bit. Get her to want to marry you before you ask her again.&#8221;<\/p>\n<p>He looked at me, wide-eyed. I think he expected a lecture and not a &#8220;this is how you do it&#8221; sort of speech. Then he nodded. &#8220;Okay, daddy. Okay.&#8221;<\/p>\n<p>And off he ran. A short while later, he came out of his room, dragging a big blanket. &#8220;Hey! Want to build a castle? Hey everyone, want to build a castle?&#8221;<\/p>\n<p>We had a brief huddle and decided that since&nbsp;no one was using the couches anyway, sure, we could build a castle. J and I took the blanket and stretched it between the couch and the ottoman, making a blanket fort. Or castle, as the case may be.<\/p>\n<p>As soon as it was done, he clambered inside. After inspecting it a bit, he climbed back out and ran to find his friend. &#8220;Hey, want to come in the castle with me?&#8221;<\/p>\n<p>&#8220;Yeah!&#8221; She said.<\/p>\n<p>He stopped her. &#8220;It&#8217;s a king&#8217;s castle!&#8221;<\/p>\n<p>&#8220;Yeah!&#8221; She said.<\/p>\n<p>They climbed inside. I was standing at the corner of the castle while all this was going on, trying to pile pillows on the edge of the blanket to keep it from falling. 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