When I was ten, my dad married for the third time. Everything was peaceful and perfect—soft music, flowers everywhere, everyone pretending this was totally normal. Then, right when the preacher asked if anyone objected, my six-year-old stepbrother politely raised his hand like he was in school.
My dad leaned down, panicking, and whispered, “Why are you objecting?”
My stepbrother shrugged and said, “Because.”
No reason. No explanation.
The entire room burst into laughter. My dad covered his face, the bride tried not to lose it, and the preacher looked like he regretted his job. And that’s how my dad’s third wedding became unforgettable—thanks to a kid who had no idea he was creating a family legend.