The other night Dax and I were cuddling and having a little bedtime chat when he suddenly hugged me and said, "I'm going to marry you, mommy."
I tried to explain that he couldn't marry his mommy but, quite frankly, that's not really a conversation I was ready to delve into very deeply. He's only four. He clearly didn't get it so I moved on and just said, "Besides, I'm already married to daddy."
He grabbed my hand and said, so sweetly, "I'm going to put a ring on your pinky. But you'll have to hide it behind your back because, if people see you have TWO rings, you'll be in trouble."
So that? He gets.