I have a boy. *sigh* He is a bit of a mess. I love him ever so much, but he is a lot of personality in a big body and he has such a difficult time holding still. EVER.
Anyway, little things like this make me love him more, and almost make his exasperating behavior bearable.
This morning a few children came to tell me he was crying. It was quiet crying, so I asked them to talk to him. After a bit I went to check.
“Are you ok?”
He lifted his tear-streaked face and asked, “Can you not marry your mom or dad?”
“Did someone tell you that?”
He sobbed, “Yes, but I wanna marry my mom…”
Oh, dear. I knew where this was headed. I gathered him up and said, “Well, you can only be married to one person, and your mom is actually married to your dad, but she gets to be your mom and you get to be her son! That’s even better!”
He wasn’t buying any of my stupid logic. He just kept sobbing on my lap. So I said, “You know what? You can’t get married until you are 18. When you’re 18, check with your mom.”
“… I can marry her?”
“Check with her when you’re 18.”
I hope I don’t cause any family problems in 2031.