Hatchling recently learned about marriage. I mean, he knew that Mommy and Daddy were married, but beyond his needs being met, it didn't have much importance to him. Then I mentioned that when he grew up, he would probably marry a girl and then they would be a mommy and daddy. He nodded and continued to knock down Lego towers. He had moved on.
A few days later, Hatchling informed me that he had decided who he was going to marry! It was me- because I cook a lot and take care of him. All was well until he let Daddy in on his big plan while we were on the way to Sam's, home of Friday night dates and cheap milk. L dashed those hopes pretty cruelly (I thought), and Hatchling was left sobbing puddles in the backseat. Being the loving parents we are, we assured him that it was OK, that we would help him find a nice girl, and that we were already praying for her, even though we don't know who she is. Then he spotted Sam's in the distance and wondered if he and Daddy were sharing tea or lemonaide?
On another day still, Hatchling said, "Hmmm... I wonder what kind of girl I'm going to marry?" I told him I hoped that she was very sweet, loved God, and would take good care of him. He thought those were all good things to look for, and also she needs to like taking care of babies, because he thinks he wants a couple of those when he grows up. Then he wanted to know if he really, for sure, had to eat all
the vegetables on his plate. Because some little boys don't have to eat all of their vegetables. Their mommies don't make them. I informed him that those little boys don't live in my
Saturday, we were going to a birthday at Fun City. Do they have those everywhere? It's like a Chuck E Cheese knock off, which is ultra close to our house and which, until Saturday, we had managed to hide from the children. I know, we're stellar parents. Anyway, early in the day I told Hatchling where we would be going, and that it was for a birthday party of a little girl he didn't know, but that L and I knew her parents. He was thoughtful for a few minutes, and then wanted to know her name. I told him I thought it was Paige, but there were three girls and I wasn't positive which birthday we were actually celebrating. Hatchling smiled and said, "Don't worry Mommy. I'll tell her my name is Hatchling and ask what her name is. Then I'll ask her if she believes in Jesus and if she likes to take care of babies. If so, she can marry me when we grow up."
So now we have a creepy four year old going around asking all the little girls if they believe in Jesus and like to take care of babies. Rock on.