T: Tara.
(yes, he calls me by my first name; he’s done so for almost a year now. I’m not sure why, but it amuses me.)
Me: Yes?
T: I don’t know if when I grow up I’ll be able to love just one woman.
Me: Oh? You think you might love a man instead?
T looks at me like I’m absolutely crazy and have no idea what I’m talking about: Men aren’t any good! They only have seeds.
Me: Ah, and you’d need a woman who has eggs, so you can have babies?
T: Yeah.
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I’m not really sure what to say…. hmmm…. perhaps you should prepare for the possibility of having many grandchildren and many daughter-in-laws to deal with.