Benny

This evening, as I was tucking him in:

Benny: Mom I'm trying very hard to be like you, and the other adults. (If his behavior today is a manifestation of this attempt at mimicry, we adults are a bunch of little uncooperative shouting turds)
Me: Aww, Benny, you don't have to be like an adult. You can just be a kid. You're supposed to be that way.
Benny: But I've heard that if you're an adult, and you get married, then you get to have a baby.

Uhhhhh.... yes. That is true. And with that, I kissed him on the head, handed him his cat and went downstairs.