My son is 6 years old. He’s the youngest of three kids. This week, he had the following conversation with my wife (while I wasn’t there):
Son: Mom, can I marry you?
Minhee: No, son. I’m already married. I’m married to Daddy.
Son: But…he’s injured.
Minhee: (Laughing hard…) Doesn’t matter. We’re married for life – in sickness and in health.
My own son…my Padawan…while I’m down and injured with my ruptured Achilles and cast. Should I ground him for life?
Kids say the darnest things. Got any funny stories?
Here’s my son at 2 years old: