to marry in africa , because it is warm .
story here.
“OMG, THE PARENTS SHOULD BE IMPRISONED.”
-some tryhard killjoy
I’m really not sure what to say… There are a lot of metaphors that seem to be adaptable to this situation, sampling food, and trying the beef before the cow’s born, amongst them. But… Just wow…
Those darn heterosexuals . . . always redefining marriage.
Hey, I was the same age and the neighbor girl, Leslie, and I decided to get married (my first and last girlfriend) so, we walked down the aisle (their long hallway) and spoke our vows in the bathroom (it was the only room at the end of the hall).
Oddly, the memory was as vivid for Leslie as it was for me years later in high school…flattering, considering she grew up to be drop dead gorgeous, homecoming queen and a runner-up in the Miss Illinois pageant. She always called me her first husband.
BTW, she did get married, still is, and from what I have heard, can still turn heads in a crowd.
Good thing this happened in Germany. In America, they would’ve been arrested for sexual harrassment and forced to undergo therapy.
What’s a lilo?
An air mattress.
That story is so incredibly cute and now when they are actually old enough to do it for real, they can say they’ve already had their “starter spouses” out of the way. 
I’m sure the parents were worried sick…but its still incredibly cute. I’d have a hard time punishing a six year old running off to Africa to get married.
I thought it was the cutest thing. Makes me wanna pinch their cheeks. 
Cute. Reminds me of a friend’s kid brother who, at 6, valiantly set out to explore the world and find the sea on his tricycle. Sadly, his dashing voyage didn’t take him further than the end of the road, where his brother and I caught up with him. He hadn’t thought about clothes, but he did have the essentials in the basket : a bottle of water, a Mars bar, and a cucumber.
When my brother was 5, he got mad at my mom for some reason and decided to run away from home. He packed his teddy bear and some other stuff in his backpack and walked down the alley (we lived in the upper part of a duplex at the time). He turned back at the end of the block when the Doberman that was tied up behind the flower shop barked at him. Little did he know Mom was watching him from the dining room window the whole time.
Unlikely to be beaten for cheerfulness on the “child marriage foiled by police” story front.
Dammit! That’s better than my “Well, at least they’re straight.”
Bravo.
Well, in their defense, I’m sure they were never told they weren’t allowed to run off to Africa to get married!
(Please don’t eat the daisies!)
And the parents would have been arrested for child endangerment and the kids placed in Social Services.