
The little man looked down to my ring finger and touched my wedding ring. He ran his little finger around it.
"Momma, are you mawrrried?" He asked.
"Yes, I am. I'm married to daddy," I replied.
"And daddy ... he's mawrrried too?" He asked.
"Yes, mommy and daddy are married to each other, just us." I said.
"Why do people get mawrrried?" The little man asked as he shifted to look up at me.
"Well ... people get married when they love each other," I said. "Then they have little babies, like we had you."
The little man sat in silence. I could tell his little mind was racing.
"Momma?" He finally said. "I wanna get mawrrried, too."
"Oh, you will someday," I said. "I promise."
"But .... But ..." the little man started.
"What, buddy?" I asked.
"I want to mawrrry Nana!" The little man said with a big grin. "Nana!"
I laughed.
"Well buddy, Nana is already married." I explained. "Nana is married to grandpa."
The little man's face quickly turned serious.
"Well grandpa can share." He said matter-of-factly.
And with that, the little man turned back to his movie.
And I was content to leave that explanation for another day.