Flower Power

(I am about five years old, and the first niece on this side of the family. My uncle has announced at dinner that he’s going to be married.)
 
Me: “I can’t wait to be a flower girl!”
 
Uncle: “That’d be nice, sweetie. But [future aunt] has nieces, too. She may want them to be flower girls.”
 
(I set my fork down, and look my uncle right in the eyes, very seriously.)
 
Me: “Uncle, if you break my heart, I will never speak to you again.”
 
(My uncle got up from his meal to call his fiancée, and I got to be a co-flower girl! I have since apologized for emotional blackmail.)