Marrying Little Piggies

Ginger Girl is quite the comedian, sometimes without even trying.

She was telling a story about my toes, an entertaining version of This Little Piggy with a lot more words and a bigger story line. She was really getting into it too--which toe was a big time wrestler, which toe was getting married to which other toe, which toe needed to go to the ER, along with complete life stories for them. It was quite hysterical and even hubby stopped what he was doing to eavesdrop on this dramatic performance of hers.

As she pointed to a toe, she said "This little piggy is the groom with honor..."

"Wait. What is he?"

"Groom with honor. The man that stands next to the groom," she said without looking up. I explained Bride, Groom, Maid of Honor, Best Man, working hard to keep a straight face.

"Oh. This little piggy is the best man..." she continued. The serious look on her face, the way she didn't hesitate when she mixed up a few of the terms, her eagerness to get on with the story...I couldn't hold it in any longer. I was laughing so hard she was vibrating while holding onto my feet.

Ginger Girl continued on with her story about the little piggies that got married and my toes lived happily ever after. After the one little piggy left the ER and went home to rest.