kids say the darndest things.

my four-year old cousin, bianca, the future princess of scottsdale, arizona, was inquiring about my mom's bling:

bianca: i like your ring.
mom: oh really?
bianca: can i have it?
mom: well, i'm going to give it to ate tin-tin (that's me) when she gets married.
bianca (to me): oh, that's going to be a long, long time.