I had to deal with my first broken heart as a dad a couple of nights ago. We've been going to a couple's small group on Mondays at church, and the kids are all kept by a couple of babysitters during the 2 hours we are there. Mini-ble2, my daughter, has two girls her age in the group that are great friends, but evidently over the past few weeks they've been "fighting" over one of the boys. Last week mini-ble2 came home super excited because she was going to marry said boy because of the MASH game that they played (do ya'll remember that? I can't believe they still play it!). She's been telling my all week that he's going to be her husband (or huzzun as she says it). On Monday she was excited to go to the group and it seemed that they were having a good time playing outside, but once the adults finished up and went to get the kids, we found a dejected little girl in the nursery! She was heartbroken because one of her friends and the boy she was going to marry got "married" that night. It was pitiful and it broke my heart to see her that sad. I had to talk to her that night and tell her that they were just playing and that she has nothing to worry about because it's going to be a LOOOONNNNGGGG time before she's going to get married. That seemed to help out a bit, but she's 4 years old, I'm not supposed to be dealing with broken hearts yet!