This morning in the car, after we'd dropped Alex off at daycare I told Penny, "Just so you know, I've been dating."
Penny said, "Who is it?"
"Mostly, lately, a guy named B. You haven't met him before."
"Will we meet him?"
"Eventually, I expect. I'm not sure when, though, since he works weekends."
"That sounds yucky."
"It is, a bit."
"So... when do you go out?"
"On weeknights, usually. When y'all are with Daddy."
"Are you going to get a house together?"
"It's a little too early to tell. Probably not anytime soon."
"Do you kiss a lot?"
"Daddy and Adin kiss all the time. It's gross."
"Well, you're welcome to go into your room and not watch it."
And that was pretty much it. She moved off into a discussion of her hopes for the house Matt and Adin are planning to get together, and griping about how Matt won't let her paint her furniture, which are both old topics, at this point.
I should have remembered that sometimes she needs a little time to let topics settle into her brain.
Tonight, after dinner, as I was settling in to do some crocheting, she came into the living room. "Hey, Mom?"
"Will you and your boyfriend get married?"
Well. That was out of the blue.
"Um. Not anytime soon."
"But! But you're dating!"
I forget, sometimes, exactly how black-and-white kids' worlds are. "Honey, we've only been dating a little while; it's too soon to even know if we'll fall in love, never mind get married. Why are you asking?"
"Because if you get married, I want to be in the wedding."
"Oh. Well, how about this: if I ever get married again, whoever it happens to be to, I promise you can be in the wedding."
"Okay." And she wandered off to watch cartoons with her brother.
It's important to maintain perspective, after all... Sometimes the motive behind a question matters far more than the question itself.