O is for Squid

Daughter is in rare form tonight, I'm just going to keep track of random mutterings as she does. It all started when I walked in the door:

"O is for squid." (and, LOL, as I type this, she runs up and says "Oh! You typed an O"). O is the letter of the week and, of course, an octopus is the picture for O. Except she knows squid, not octopus. I think, perhaps, O will be a hard letter to learn.

While I was at work the Daddy came home. Finally! It's been a long, long month... even if he has been home a little here & there. Daughter was very excited to see him, and the Tshirts he made while helping Papa in New Mexico, until I mentioned her impending nuptials. You see, earlier, while driving her & Squareboy home from school, and again refraining from cell phone use, the marriage was announced:

"Roman is my boyfriend."
"Does he know that." Squareboy.
"Yes! And he loves me. We are getting married." I butt in with an it's-okay-to-get-married-when-you-are-18 speech.

"But I'm 4!" Duh. "Hmphf. Roman thinks we are getting married when Oma is here. So we are getting married." Oma arrives tomorrow, guess that settles that. At least it did until I announced this to the Daddy about 5 minutes ago. He told her No. She uninvited him. I'm still waiting for an answer on how she's going to hide a whole husband from the daddy.