Marriage is on the six-year-old’s mind at the moment. To start with, he’s wondering if the school bus driver and bus nanny are married.
He imagines their marital home is right next to the school (similar to his notion that all the teachers live at school, upstairs) and thinks the bus driver takes Shabhina on ‘date nights’ by bus.
The memories: Before two kids, two cats and two international moves
At bedtime tonight, this led to enquiries about why people get married.
“Why did you marry Daddy?” he asked.
“Because I love him,” I replied, catapulted back to our wedding day eight years ago and wondering if this conversation could possibly sow the seeds for a lasting marriage when BB grows up.
“But why did Daddy marry you?”
“Well,” I responded, slightly taken aback by his enquiring tone and setting the book we were reading down, ” he loves me too.”
“Mummee, D’you know who I’m going to marry?” he asked, coming closer to whisper a secret in my ear and looking pretty pleased with his catch.
“I”m going to marry the toilet!” – followed by howls of triumphant laughter.
Small boys and their toilet talk, honestly. I had NO idea!