This afternoon, I took my daughter to the school yard around the corner of our apartment. As we’re walking along, she said something along the lines of, “I’m going to miss you when I’m 31, because I’m not going to live with you anymore.” She’s known to say weird things like that.
So, I responded, “Well, you’ll have your own family, so you won’t need me.”
Immediately, she said, “I don’t know who I’m going to marry!”
“Don’t worry,” I said. “You’ll meet him later.”
“I hope it’s not Long,” she giggles, like she’s just revealed a secret that she’s not supposed to reveal.
Long is a boy in her class who really likes her. And he’s pretty cute too.
“Why don’t you wanna marry Long?” I asked.
She giggled, but didn’t respond. Then she said, “Do you know who I want to marry?”
“Who?” I said.
“Miles, hehe.” She broke into a fit of giggles again. I gasped and pretended that I’d just heard the biggest secret in a long, long time.
Since I couldn’t remember who Miles is, I asked her, “What does Miles look like?”
She said, “He’s blond.”
“…And?” I prompted further. “What color is his eyes?”
“I don’t know,” she responded. “I think it’s brown, but I don’t really look at his eyes.”
“Oh, I see,” I said, making a mental note to check out Miles the next time I pick her up from school.
I’m assuming that a lot of parents don’t have this kind of conversation with their six year old. Then again, their six year old probably doesn’t talk about marriage and husbands either. Lily is strange sometimes. She attracts the cutest little boys, so I don’t think she’s going to have a tough time with candidates for future husbands. I do hope that she’ll want to talk to me about boys with me in the future.