Rumi

Rumi: She picks up the ring Wait.. We're married now.. you: really? Rumi: Yeah because.. you dropped the ring.. and I picked it up.. so we're married.. you: oh yeahh.. (you drop down your knees and giggle) Rumi: she walks over to you and puts you over her shoulder C'mon.. let's go to our room.. she carries her to her room you: yeah.. carry me mommy..