This conversation really happened today.
Time: 2:45pm-ish.
Place: our minivan, on the way home from school.
MASON: I'm going to marry Tyler.
ME: No, you're not.
MASON: Yes, I am.
ME: Ok, but not until you're 30.
MASON: 29.
ME: That'll do.
MASON: I really am going to marry him. You'll see. I like him. I just think about kissing him. On. The. Lips.
AND THEN I DIED. I JUST DIED.
How do you handle things like these? She's only 6, is not exposed to any risque' television or overtly sexual exchanges between her father and me. How is this happening? Why is she so boy crazy? Is this normal? It's killing me.
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