On the way to pick Jonas up from karate, I had another great conversation with Susannah. This time, her thoughts turned to marriage. She said something about marrying one of her friends… and when I suggested that might not be possible (since the friend is a girl), she rebutted with: “Well, if I find a boy to marry I will marry a motorcycle boy. Or a truck boy.”
“What,” I asked, “makes you like motorcycle boys and truck boys?”
She grinned and beat her eyelashes at me. “Mama! They are fast!”
“Hmmm. I guess they are. How do people know which boy they are going to marry?”
“Well, Mama, they just like him and then they dance.”
“I see,” I replied. “So when you get married, what are you and your motorcy le boy going to do?”
“I will kiss him and make a wish.”
“A wish?!”
She gives me that coy smile again. “Boys like to kiss and wish with their girls!”
I must know: “When you get married, what will your job be?”
“A princess!”
A-ha. And his? “Just… go work at his work.”
Indeed. “And how old do you think you’ll be, when you get married?”
Without a moment’s pause, she throws out: “Ten.”
