Let's Pretend
"Brian! Hold still."
Justin adjusts the flower on my lapel yet again. "There. Just right." Flashes me a dizzying smile.
We turn toward the makeshift wedding aisle. Crystal blue and hazel eyes look out on the gathering.
A blond with hazel eyes declares, "My hand is supposed to go on top!"
A brunette with crazy curls and crystal blue eyes hisses, "No, it isn't."
"It is! You're the 'wife.'"
Justin whispers, "Like father, like son."
"So? I wanna be on top!"
I reply, "Like father, like daughter."
Justin sticks out his tongue.
Cynthia and Daphne exclaim, "Hey! What about us?"