Monday, September 20, 2010
Sunday night dinner conversation on Monday morning
The boys, Sophie and I (The Husband was working, as usual) sat down to spaghetti and tomato sauce, buttered bread and salad last night. Sophie had had a not so good day and was all quivery and jerky from too many seizures. It was difficult to feed her and difficult to watch her, difficult to wipe the drool from her mouth and stay calm and centered. We managed.
Oliver: Do you think Sophie will ever get married?
Me: Hmmm. Probably not.
Oliver: Why not?
Me: Well, I think it would be hard for her to be married. She'll probably be with us for a long time or maybe with a group of people a bit like her.
Oliver: Well, then I hope she does get married. Do I have to get married?
Me: No. You don't have to get married. You only get married if you fall in love with someone and want to be with them for the rest of your life (Jesus, Mary and Joseph, that sounds crazy, right?).
Oliver: Oh, OK. Then I could be married to my friend Tim.
Me: Really? Do you think you'd get married to Tim?
Oliver: I could, couldn't I? Two men can get married, right?
Me: Absolutely. But usually two men get married because they're gay and then they're attracted to each other and not to women.
Oliver: Can I marry an animal? (the social conservatives are rubbing their hands together!)
Me: No, why?
Oliver: Yes, I can! Because we're animals, right? Human animals!