Wednesday, October 13, 2004

Weird conversations

I had a funny conversation with my son in the car this morning on the way to school.

Son: Why is not everyone was decorating for Halloween?
Me: Some people don't decorate for Halloween (wondering if I should dive into the objection some Christians have to the pagan origin of the holiday).
Son: Aren't they going trick or treating?
Me: Not if they don't have kids.
Son: I won't go trick or treating when I'm a 'dult?
Me: Not until you have kids.
Son: Me have kids???
Me: Yes, when you get married, you will have children of your own (I really, really hope).
Son: Who will I marry?
Me: I don't know, but you don't need to decide that right now.
Son: Hm, maybe Eleana (a girl from his class).
Me: Maybe.
Son: Maybe I'll marry you.
Me: (thinking to myself, uh-oh weird Oedipus thing happening). No, I'm already married.
Son: You're married to who?
Me: To your daddy.
Son: So, who's not married?
Me: Miss Elizabeth's not married (the director at his school).
Son: Maybe I'll marry Miss Elizabeth.
Me: Maybe.
Son: Who's my sister going to marry?
Me: I don't know.
Son: Maybe Miss Lisa (the owner of his school).
Me: No, she's already married (not wanting to dive into gay marriage rights and secretly hoping this conversation will end soon).


Mr Minority said...

Why is it that kids have the ability to ask questions that put parents in a very precarious position? You don't want to lie to them, but you don't want to explain the adult outcome of their question. I love it kids ask these types of questions, as long as it isn't my kids (mine are 19 and 22, so they have already asked).

Mr Minority

The Bat said...

He can too trick-or-treat when he's a 'dult. Just tell him to avoid the weird S&M balls.

Oh wait, that's another conversation...

Beyond The Rim... said...

I like how children, with their unspun logic and undefined categories, get right to the heart of the matter.

By the way, I think you handled that conversation superbly.

Libercontrian said...

This worked for me as well. I remember such a conversation with an old girlfriend's eight-year-old back in '94: The "What Happens To People When They Die" conversation is a very potentially hairy interchange, wherein it is unwise to instill too much negativity, while maintaining "appropriate Christian flourish."

I think that I did OK.

I hope.

Jeeze, maybe he's at some tattoo parlor right at this moment, getting another ring inserted in his lip before he goes off to a graveyard Goth meeting... :@)