My girls got married last night. It's fortunate for them that we share a lot of things, as they decided to both marry Pops. Pops came home from work to find two young brides glistening in sparkly lip-gloss and flouncing in feather slippers.
The ceremony was just under a minute to which the girls batted dreamy eyelashes and Pops pledged faithful fatherhood from here unto eternity. After a profusion of hugs and squeezes, Pops inquired: "What comes next?" The girls responded with great authority: "Now we dance."