Lydia: “Will you come to my wedding?”
Me: “Yes, sweetie; of course I’ll be at your wedding.”
Lydia: “No, I was talking to Sam. Hey Sam! Will you come to my and Nathan’s wedding?”
Sam: “No.”
Lydia, pouting: “Sam, I want you to come to my wedding!”
Sam: “No!”
Me: “Baby, he doesn’t know what a wedding is. Perhaps you should explain it to him.”
Lydia, to Sam: “A wedding is when you give rings to each other and get married to each other.”
Me: “Tell him there’ll be cake.”
Lydia, sing-song voice: “Saaaaaam, there will be caaaaaake . . .”
Sam: “I want cake.”
Lydia: “Will you come to my wedding? We’ll have cake!”
Sam: “I don’t want it wedding! I want CAKE!”