Two of my co-workers got married this year. In the first wedding, my girls were flower girls. They got new dresses, little gifts from the bride, a lot of attention, and cake. They were thrilled.

The second wedding was for adult guests only. My kids weren't even invited. Zaffy accepted this fate, content that she would attend the rehearsal dinner (Russell was officiating). Mgazi was ticked off.

Mgazi: So, what? I cannot go to Auntie Jen's wedding?

Me: No, you can't go to the wedding, honey. It's for grown-ups only.

Mgazi: Auntie Jen just wants all the cake!

She put her hands on her hips. I believe she considered her lack of access to wedding cake to be the most egregious aspect of the whole matter.

Me: Gaz, sometimes adults just want to hang out with other adults.

Mgazi: Well, this makes me mad. I'm not inviting Auntie Jen to my wedding. I'm not inviting any grown-ups to my wedding.

Me: Sweetie, you are five years old. You'll be a grown-up yourself when you get married.

Mgazi: So? No grownups.

Me: So, you and your husband will be the only grown-ups there.

Mgazi: Good.

Me: Okay, I support you. But you realize that I'll have to support you from afar. Under this rule, I won't be allowed at your wedding either.

Mgazi: I'll bring you some cake.

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