L. has a best buddy, P., who she claims she will marry some day.
While walking along behind L. and P. (who were holding hands, awwwww), I overheard L. telling P. all about their future life together.
L.: When we grow up and get married, then your little brother will be my brother! For real!!!
P.: Can we count now?
L. & P.: 1, 2, 3, 4...
They pooped out on the counting right around 48.
P. is an adorable little boy, but I hope he and L. never date. I want to use him as a spy on the boys she does wind up dating some day...