A marriage proposal.

Turner is in the trike yard when I arrived to get him. He is wearing Andy’s sunglasses from the 90s and is surrounded by his posse. Erin greets me first.
“Turner and I are getting married.” Erin, the blond with a page-boy haircut who wants to be a rockstar mom when she grows up.
“Oh yeah,” I say.
“Yeah,” she says.
“Yeah,” Turner chimes in.
“And,” Erin moves close to my face and puts two fingers in the air, “we are going to have two girls and one boy, “ she throws a third finger into the air.
“Wow. Really. In this economy?”
Silence.
“Mom, the girls are gonna be twins.”
“Really?”
“Yeah,” Erin nods emphatically. Then she leans her hand on Turner’s shoulder.
He shrugs it off and says, “The boy will be the baby.”
“Well, have you all considered names for these children, or are you keeping that a secret?”
Erin pipes up, “The girls will be called Heart and Butterflower.”
“What interesting and beautiful names Erin.” She smiles, and then sits back down on her trike. “What will you name the boy?”
With grave disinterest, Erin says, “Oh, I don’t know about boy names.”
“Well. Maybe Turner could name the boy.”
Her face lights up, “Yeah. He should name the boy.”
“So, Turner, what will you name the boy?”
“Kalongo.” This is Todd’s Capoeira name.

I talk to Ms. Carolyn this morning and tell her Erin and Turner are getting married. She smiles, “Yeah, yesterday Erin required to hold Turner’s hand as his partner.” So I relay the story to her. She smiles. “Yes,” she says, “they are so sweet together too. Turner is such a nurturer.”