Conversations with a 4 year old

Sam has an obsession with marriage and women having children. It's actually quite interesting and provides us with some laughs and fond memories. Here is a conversation about marriage we had one day while I was cooking.

Sam: Mom, I'm going to marry you.
Me: No Sam, mom is married to daddy.
Sam: Then I will marry Isabelle.
Me: No, you can't marry your sister or any family member for that matter.
Sam: Then who am I going to marry?
Me: Well, you will marry someone you don't know, someone you will meet later and fall in love with.
Sam: Well, (pauses and you can just see the wheels turning) what if there are a lot of girls who want to marry me? How am I going to choose just one?
Me: (What??!!??) You will know which one to choose and she's going to be one lucky lady. You can always marry Kiki or if you dig older chicks, then Olivia or Grace.
Sam: But I already know them. You said someone I don't know and they are my friends.
Me: It's okay to marry a friend.
At this point, Sam looks at me like I am crazy and walks away. He has really perfected that look.

The other topic is about children. Sam knows that only women can have children. He knows that women carry their babies in their belly's and that when the baby is ready to come out, the doctor cuts a hole and pulls the baby out. We had this conversation while driving in the car.

Sam: Mom, how many babies does Isabelle have in her belly and when are they going to come out?
Me: I don't know honey. She's going to decide how many babies to have and they wont come out until she is older...much older.
Sam: Well why can't we get them out now. I want to see them.
Me: Isabelle is just a baby herself. She needs to grow up big like mommy before she has babies. What about you, when are you going to have babies.
Sam: I can't have babies, silly mom!!
Oh right, what was I thinking??

Sometimes we wonder exactly where he came from as we look at him in awe. One night, after our bedtime routine, he came into our room for the 6th time to ask us a question. He has endless questions. Well, on his forehead he had stuck a piece of play doh. And because I did not want to keep him from going to sleep, I didn't ask him what was up with the doh. Even though I really wanted to know.

Sam: (on his way out) Aren't you going to ask me about the play doh?
Me: (you can see right thru me huh?) Since you brought it up, what's with the play doh?
Sam: I want to see if I wake up with it.
Me: Okay, good luck and good night.

Sam goes to bed. A few minutes later, he comes back in with another question. By this time we had lost it but before we could yell at him to get back in bed, it took one look at him for us to bust up laughing. I know it's hard to tell from the picture, but he taped the play doh to his forehead. Who needs luck when you have tape!