Wednesday, March 11, 2009

You Forget...

what the world looks like when you're seven. An actual exchange last night:

The Boy: You know, I try to hold in my farts around girls.

DD: That's a good idea.

TB: Yeah. If you fart around them, they won't want to be your girlfriend.

DD: Probably not.

TB: It's hard to convince them to marry you. Like, I want to marry Ashley, but I don't know how to make her want to marry me.

DD: Well, no rush. You've got time.

TB: I know that. But I want to marry her. How many more years until prom?

DD: About nine. But you don't get married at the prom!

TB: I know. But I can't wait to dance with her at the prom. Only nine more years!

DD: You know, nine years is a long time, and things change. Maybe you'll meet another girl in that time and you'd rather dance with her.


TB: Yeah, but I don't want to wait that long. I don't want to have to worry about it.

DD: You know, deciding now won't help. You'll still have to worry about it anyway.

TB: I will?

DD: Yeah.

TB: Well, I still want to marry Ashley.

At seven, it all makes perfect sense...