We went camping over the weekend, so I guess you could say we are all stocked up on togetherness for the year. Don't get me wrong, we had a nice time -- it was just a lot of time. There is something to be said for technology and if that makes me a bad parent, add it to the list.
On one evening we went for a walk and little kid said,"Mom, did you marry dad for his money?"
I laughed and assured him that his father had no money when we met.
"Well, you definitely didn't marry him for his looks. No offense, but he probably married you for your looks, though."
"Eh, I'm not offended. We were 19 and 21 when we met, he probably did marry me for my looks."
"Well, why did you marry dad?"
"His looks. More specifically, his shoulders and smile. Also, he was fun."
"So, not really his looks. I just need to know because I still want to marry you."
At this point Mr. Ashley interjected, "You know, it's getting a little weird. You're eight and you still want to marry your mom. We thought you'd outgrow this."
"She's beautiful, though."
Big Kid interrupted. "Bro, think about it like this. She squeezed you out of her female parts -- squeezed you right out. You want to marry that??"
I'm flattered, concerned, and horrified.
Holy shit, I spit my coffee out!
It was definitely time to change the subject at that point.
And consider child psychiatrists for everyone.
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