Decisions, Decisions

So I go to pick up Ben from school today. He's sitting on the couch with a couple of friends - curly blonde E and redhead E (there are four girls in his class who's names start with the letter E - short blonde E and long blonde E, too). Really, they weren't just sitting, they were snuggling. Okay, they're five, I think. Then, redhead E says she's going to marry Ben. Huh? He's five, I think! Blonde E says she's going to marry Ben, too. Really?

Apparently, all the girls were fighting over him today (B and L also want to marry him). He's exceptionally tired this evening. He says it's because everyone was very bossy to him at school today. Apparently, they were practicing for something ...