We have a certain child, a bright eyed, blessed with a strong personality sort of child that is currently obsessed with marriage.
We're not sure where the interest stems from or what feeds the questions in this little boy's (yes - boy, not a girl child!) brain but they keep flowing, keeping me on my toes and keeping me smiling. He's a meticulous planner all the way.
To me: "But how do I know who the right girl is to marry?"
Me: "You don't have to worry about that, Aiden. God knows, and He'll let you know when it's time. All you have to do now is love Jesus and have fun being a boy."
Another day, another time:
To me: "Does the Papa have to be older than the Mama?"
Me:"No, sweetie, Papa is older than me, but Mrs. Mattson is a little older than Mr. Mattson."
Him: thinking, thinking.....
To me: "I don't think I like that." (sorry, Kelly)
To me: "How old are you?"
To me: "How old is Papa?"
Overheard another day, another time:
To his older brother: "Andrew, are there any girl's in your class who I could marry?" (swim class)
Andrew: "Mmm.. there might be one, she's kind of nice."
At which I interject and tell them "niceness" is always good in a wife but ask them - "the most important thing is what boys?" They tell me that she should love Jesus. I smile.
To me: "Mom, so do you know any four year old girls?"
So it seems our five year old is shopping for a Godly wife...