At bathtime tonight, as the boys sat soaking in a tub full of warm bubbles, Griffin and I had this conversation.
G: When Sammy and I grow up, we're going to get married.
M: Yeah... but not to each other.
G: No, I'm going to marry you!
M: Well, that's very nice, but I'm already married to Daddy, and we can only marry one person.
M: You will meet a very nice girl when you get older, and you will want to marry her!
G: And then we'll have a baby.
M: And then you can have your baby!
(background: Griffin has been talking quite a bit lately about having a baby when he gets older. He can't wait to be a Daddy!)
G: I want a boy baby.
M: You do, huh?
G: Yeah. And then I'll have to buy a crib!
M: You will need a crib. And a stroller. And a carseat. And lots of diapers. And baby food. And maybe a swing...
M: Yes, sweetie?
G: Did you see the Lego tower I made? It was so tall, it went all the way up to my neck!
And that was that.