Josiah: "I would like to live in a different house. Not with you."
Me: "Oh? You don't want to live with me anymore? Do you wish you could do whatever you want without Mommy telling you what to do?"
Me: "Well, if you lived in your own house, who would cook for you?"
Josiah: "I could make peanut butter sandwiches all the time."
Me: "Who would clean for you?" [Josiah isn't quite big enough to use the vacuum cleaner yet.]
Josiah: "I could use the carpet sweeper."
Me: "Living by yourself is expensive. Who would pay your bills?"
Josiah: "I could sell some stuff."
Later that week we had the following conversation in the car. I have no idea why he was thinking about this.
Josiah: "Wouldn't it be funny if kids got married?"
Me: "Yes, that would be interesting."
Josiah: "We could have babies. I'm glad I don't have to get hurt."
Me: "What do you mean?"
Josiah: "I'm glad I don't have to get hurt having a baby. I'm glad I'm a boy. I won't even eat an egg."
I wasn't quite ready to tackle that subject, so I just smiled and changed the topic.