I should probably start paying him for all the material he provides this blog.
Months ago, it was just S and I at the library together. We were heading towards the check-out desk when S asked, “Where is my Mom?”
“What?” I asked, confused.
“You know. Where is my big Mommy?”
“Like me? I’m your Mom.”
“No, like who am I going to marry?”
“Oh.” Wow. “Um, well… you probably haven’t met her yet. But, S, you have plenty of time. There’s no rush. You’ll meet her when you’re ready to. You’re too young to get married right now.”
The other day S asked me a question.
“How do you get married?”
“Oh,” I said distractedly. “You usually go to a church and say your vows in front of a bunch of people and then the minister marries you.”
“But, how do you find a girl to marry?”
“Oh, well… you usually meet at school or work or church. Something like that.” I said, wondering why my 6-year-old little boy has to worry about this right now.
“I want to do that.” he said matter-of-factly.
We pulled into the library parking lot and I overheard the two older boys talking.
“I like girls a little bit.” said S.
“Yeah, a little bit.” agreed C.
As we were getting out of the car, S said to me, “I need to find a good girl. To marry.”
I’m just hoping he can learn how to shower and multiply numbers before he meets “the one”.