You never know what conversations will come up in a van with five boys. Yesterday the subject was marriage.
Jack: Momma, do you want to know who I’m going to marry?
Jack: I’m going to marry Emily.
Me: Oh. She’s a lot older than you are, but okay. Should we tell her?
Isaac: Will you call Taylor and tell her I want to marry her?
Stephen: You’re supposed to ask her.
Isaac: Will you call and ask? Or we could send her a letter.
Me: Usually here it is the person who wants to marry someone that does the asking.
Gabriel: I’m going to marry you, Momma.
Me: Thank you Gabriel. You can’t marry me because I’m your momma, but if I weren’t I’d be glad to marry you.
Gabriel: Can I marry Abba?
Stephen: No, you’re a boy and boys don’t marry boys.
Isaac: Then you couldn’t have babies.
Me: That’s true.
Gabriel: I wish I was a girl so I could marry Abba.
And from there the conversation went on to other matters.