From George
Apropos of nothing, over dinner:
Gwen: Papa, when I grow up, will you and Mama pick me a husband?
Me: Well, I don't know; most grown-up women want to pick their own husbands, not have their parents do it for them. We can help, I guess...
Gwen: But what if I pick a bad one? One that doesn't know how to drive, or doesn't want to clean the house, or something else? That's why I want you to pick one for me. You're parents, you know who will be a good husband, so you will be able to pick out the right one.
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