The girls used pipe cleaners to make, what I thought to be, pretty great flowers.  They curley-cued the tops and fastened them into bundles. Then they came down the hall in their best dresses and informed me they would be holding a wedding.  And marrying each other.  Yeah-yeah…Mommy is playing with her Cricut and itsy-bitsy exacto knife.  Marry each other.  Marry the cats.  Marry the lamp at the end of the hall.  Whatever…Mommy’s busy with her toys…