Lately, whenever her father and I hug, dance, snuggle up on the couch or generally make our affection for one another known, Ramona Quimby launches a blitz intended to break it up.
"No dancing! No Mommy-and-Daddy time! No more marrying!"
Clearly, she doesn't get it. It's that marrying stuff that got her here. Or, maybe she does get it, and doesn't want any competition showing up.
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