One night last week I was putting S to bed. He had a fever and was not feeling well. As I was telling him a story, he stopped me and said the following.
S: Mom, I am going to marry Miss P when I grow up.
Me: That is sweet, but you can’t. She is your sister.
S: Well, I have to. Miss F is too young and Miss P is older. She knows more.
Me: Yep, nice, but you can’t.
S: Well, who can I marry?
Me: You will meet her in college, or at work, or out with your friends when you are older.
S: What’s her name?
Me: I don’t know.
S: I don’t know! (laughing) I can’t marry her.
S: Because she doesn’t have a name like Miss P.
Me: (realizing he thought her name was actually “I don’t know”) Her name isn’t I don’t know. We haven’t met her yet, so I cannot tell you her name.
Typical night around here.