Wedding plans....

On the way home from Cubbies (AWANAS) tonight, it was just me and the boys as Michael was in Denver on Navy business, Mikie and I had a really funny conversation that went like this:

Mikie- Mommy, my foot hurts.
Tracy-I'll look at it when we get home.
M-Don't cut it out or you might cut out my ribs.
T-Did you learn about how God took one of Adam's ribs and made Eve?
M-Yes, that was not a good thing to do.
T- Then I explained a little more and told him that when he grows up he will find the one woman God made for him and they will get married. I thought it would be fun to start asking questions since he was in a chatting mood. So, I asked: How old do you think you'll be when you get married?
M- 49 years old (oh great...I may be dead by then and not get to plan a wedding!)
T- How old will the woman be that you'll marry?
M-I think she'll be 48 (if I am still living, now my hopes of grandkids are all gone!)
T-What do you think she'll look like?
M-She'll look like someone from South America (ok...good chances of being beautiful)
T-What do you think her name will be?
M-I don't know! (said as if he meant duh Mommy, I can't possibly know that!)
T-Where do you think you'll live when you're married?
M-Oregon. It's a long ways to get there. You have to fly over Ok-la-hi-mo
T-How many kids do you think you'll have?
M-I don't know, maybe 100 101 1o2 103. We'll have 103 kids. (I almost laughed outloud!)
T-Is there anything else you can think of?
M-When I get married I'm going to choose pink and silver. (of course!)

I think I'm going to keep the radio off in the car a lot more and just start asking questions. I'm always in need of a good laugh.