Talking to a Five Year Old

On the way back from Walmart this afternoon, Will initiated a conversation that threw me. Oh, at this point, I'm never surprised about what a five-year old deems as a suitable conversation topic. It's the way their mind works and how conversations jump from one spot to another with no seeming connection.

He started off talking about how big he was.

I'm big hu, Mom?
I'm a big boy.
I'm almost a man, hu Mom?


I pointed out he was only five, a man had to be at least 18 - in the eyes of the law, I'd set the bar a little higher if it was up to me. However, Will missed my point.


Yeah, like I said. I'm almost a man.


So then I point out that after he's a big boy, he'll be a young man - like Tori's boyfriend. Then he'll be a grown man - like Papa. Then he'll be an old man - like Opa.

Will asks if I'm going to be an old lady. I laughed and told him, yes, I would, and much sooner than he was going to be an old man.


So can we get married when we're old?


I explained we, as in Will and I, would never be getting married. I told him I was married to his Papa - which came as a shock to Will. I told him when he was a grown man he would meet a grown lady he loved and marry her.


So, when I'm old and married, can I have a knife?