A conversation at the dinner table one night...
Travis: maybe we can set henry and [a friend of ours] up to get married.
Henry: NO!
Me: who do you want to marry?
Henry: daddy.
Travis: I'm a boy! You need to marry a girl.
Henry (to me): are you a girl?
Me: yes I am.
Henry: well...I might marry you.
Travis: Well I'm already married to her, you have to pick someone else.
Henry: Well maybe I can have some more taco salad.
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