As parents, we often visualize what our children's futures will be like. We daydream about where they'll live, what they'll do for a living, will they be happy, will they get married...
Jaysen informed me of his master plan last night:
J: "On Monday is school, on Tuesday is swimming, on Wednesday is playday, on Thursday is ice cream, on Friday is cupcakes, on Saturday is Mario, on Sunday is Peepa day- then we go to Charleviox!"
Me: "Yes, we're going to Charlevoix this summer for vacation. In July."
J: "I'm going to get married when I'm in Charlevoix."
Me: "Um, you're going to get married in Charlevoix?"
J: "Yep. I go to Charlevoix and I get married."
Me: "Oh? Who are you going to marry?"
J: "Just myself."
Me: "Usually when people get married, they marry another person."
J: "I get married, then I will like screaming babies."
Oh for the love...marriage and kids at the age of six?!? Is he trying to give me a stroke? I'm thinking that he thinks he'll be more tolerant of "screaming babies", aka his little brother, when he gets married and has a family of his own? After all, mom's and dad's don't get mad when their babies cry? (And why do I keep laughing about Sixteen Candles with Long Duck Dong "...married?!?")
So, my little guy is planning on getting married this summer, which leads to the really important question- does this mean I have to throw him a bachelor party?