Cookies for My Wedding

Me:  Abby, can you please put away your cookies (wooden ones for her kitchen)?
Abby:  Sure, these are for my wedding.
Me:  Oh really?  Can I come?
Abby: No, you can't come and Sam can't come. Only Dada can come.
Me:  Oh, okay.
Abby:  I'll drive you to Mimi's and drop you off and then pick you up on my way home.
Me:  Alright.
Tim:  Who are you getting married to?
Abby: YOU!
Me:  I'm going to eat your cookies then.