My Big Wife

Kimber, why do you got a wife?

     A wife?

Yeah–that big guy.

    You mean a husband?

Yeah. A husband. How come you got a husband?

    Well. I wanted to be a mom, and I thought he'd be a good dad.

How come he doesn't yell at you?

    Um. Well. I guess he knows I wouldn't like him to yell at me.

Does your wife hit you?

    No, A, he doesn't hit me.

Do you hit him?

    No.

How come?

    Well–lots of times we don't like the same things. And sometimes we get mad but we don't hit or yell.

My mom's husband yelled at her. So then they didn't get married. Now they just yell on the phone.

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