Trouble in paradise.

Last Sunday Cameron and I had our friends, the Crookstons, over to our house for dinner. We had a lovely time, and were enjoying some nice conversation down in the living room, when we heard Andi exclaim: "Come on Noah! It's time to get married." Well, we did what any parents of preschoolers would do... We yelled up the stairs: "No Kissing" and we started discussing prenuptual agreements and living arrangements. Unfortunately, Jared and Aubrey were not keen on the idea of taking Andi home with them, so they left with only the 2 1/2 kids they came with. The next week went pretty predictably. Andi, always the devoted and bossy wife, instructed Noah when his mom was there to pick them up from Joy School, and they argued about when and where the Christmas Party was. I guess that was the last straw for Noah. Today, we went to the Crookston's for dinner, and were informed that Noah told his parents that he and Andi weren't married anymore, but they were still friends. Andi confirmed the news to us a few moments later. So sad, the honeymoon had just begun, the name change wasn't even final, and it's over. I guess we'll see what happens at Joy School this week... Stay tuned for further installments of: "The Young and the Napless."