This afternoon, on the patio:
“Mommy, am I married?”
“I don’t know, Ethan. Is there something you’re not telling us?”
“No.”
“Ask Daddy.”
“Daddy, am I married?”
“Hmmm. Thanks, Mommy. You’re still single as far as I know.”
“Yeah, yeah. I’m single. Yeah, right. I’m single.”
“Don’t rush into anything, though, okay? You’re young. You’ve got your freedom. You’ve got your whole life. No reason to hurry.”
“Why did you get married?”
“Why? Well, first of all, not everyone gets married, but for us, Mommy and Daddy, we just decided to.”
“Why?”
“Mommy and Daddy really like each other and so we wanted to get married. Plus we needed some new plates.”
“Plates?”
“Yeah, our old ones were pretty bad.”