Right before he's supposed to be going to sleep at naptime, Chandler (5 years old) and I have the following brief conversation:
Chandler: Mom, I don't ever want to get married. Wanna know why?...blech (with appropriate facial expression) gross.
Me: Oh, well, you might change your mind when you get older.
Chandler: Yeah, because sometimes boys find out girls are pretty when they get bigger. And then they want to marry them.
Me: (trying to look serious) Right.
(Chandler nods sagely. A few moments pass, then...)
Chandler: And you know what? I wish I was a balloon. You know why?
Me: No. Why?
Chandler: Because balloons are cool. I want to be lots of things, like animals. Animals are cool. Horses run, dogs bark, it's not fair.
Me: Go to sleep Chandler.