Keeping it real-ly complicated. Doo-doo head style.

I'd like to start this post by saying that I really need to invest in one of those digital recorders to stick in my cup holder for the drives to and from school.  It really isn't safe for me to be making notes on the back of a bank statement from the glove box as these important discoveries take place in the backseat of my station wagon sports car.  Safety first. Incredibly humorous blog posts directly following. (say it!)

T- Can you marry your cousin?

Me- Uh....(remembering he's not technically MY child) No. You can't marry someone in your family.

LB- Which cousin do you want to marry?

T- Alex

LB- Is that a boy? Or a girl?

T- It's a girl. Duh. Boys can't marry boys.

(long pause)

Me-(remember the innocence!)  in some states they can. 

(FAIL)

T- COOOOOL. That means I can marry Forrest!

Me- (backpedal backpedal backpedal) You'd have to move to another state...like Vermont.

T- Oh. 

LB- Well. If you and Forrest were brothers you couldn't. 

(This much is true.)

T- But we're not.

Me- Why don't you and Ladybug get married, T? I mean, you are like BFF right? (OMG,LOL,IDK MYBFFJILL)

LB- Yeah.

T- (enthusiastically) Okay! Why didn't I think of that?

LB- What If I move to Virginia?

T- We'll have to fly in a plane.

LB- Will you come live with me in Virginia?

T- Yes. Or you can come live with me in Idaho. 

(WTF? Idaho?)

LB- Okay. Where's Idaho?

T- South.

And like that, it was over and we were onto less serious business like whether doo-doo head was a bad word.  

(which it's totally NOT)