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Driving home tonight with Claire in my car we had a great conversation. One bit of it started with her asking me if we could do a wedding when we got home. She has this little stuffed pony, and it needs to get married. Tonight. I'm not sure of the circumstances as she did not elaborate. But it was critical that the pony be married as soon as we got home.

I quickly agreed that the pony could get married when we got home. No answer to who the groom would be (the pony is pink! she protested when I asked if it was a boy or a girl).

Satisfied that there would be a wedding, Claire began to plan. This was about a 20 minute drive.

The first thing she said she needed to get was a potty basket.

"A party basket?"

"No dad" she said with an eyes-rolling sound in her voice, "a potty basket!"

"What is it for?"

"The wedding"

"How is it used?"

"We put things in it that the people of the wedding might need, the helpers. If they need a hair clip, they can get one in the potty basket. If they need toothpaste or a hair comb or a dress we can put them all in the potty basket. We put all of the things the helpers might need in the potty basket when there is a wedding so that they can have things."

"Does anything else go in the basket?"

"All of the things Dad. All of the things."

"Ok, we can do that when you get home too."

It turns out that a few hours earlier Melanie had been explaining the concept of the toiletry basket that goes into the girls bathroom at a wedding. This was Claire's projection of the concept.

As it turns out, the pony's groom was left standing at the halter. We got home and it was bathtime then bedtime. The pony will just have to wait for another day to have a potty basket.