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Mama: No, you may not watch your uncle play World of Warcraft, it's too much for your age.
The Boy: But it's got cool weapons in it Mommy, the destructive-ish kind.
M: Nope, don't care. You shouldn't be looking at violent stuff and thinking how cool those weapons are. You're six. You should be thinking about happy things like swimming in your pool and how much you love Mario.
TB: I can play it when I'm a grown up.
M: Yes, when you are 18 and not living in my house.
TB: (innocent wide eyed look) why can't I live with you?
M: Well maybe you'll go to college or get married. Ya never know.
TB: Will I have to live in that girl's house? The one I marry?
M: Probably. Most married people live together. Gramma and Grampa, Oma and Papa, Mama and Daddy.
TB: Well I think you should have waited to marry Daddy and waited a long long long boring time until I was a grown up so that I could marry you.

(a few minutes later)
TB: Actually Mommy, you should have waited a long long long boring time to marry me and Daddy.
M: That's polygamy and Mama doesn't play that game.
TB: What's polylalamy*?
M: It's when someone is married to more than one person. It's against a lot rules.
TB: Maybe they should just be married to one and have a girlfriend.
M: (can't respond because she's too busy laughing)

*I love when he says big words all messed up like that. Kills me every time. Also? He's totally into the what does that mean stage and we've learned that with him? Just tell him. Don't sugarcoat it or baby explain. Just tell the boy. He'll move on much much quicker.

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