Married...at 5

Merrick: playing with mommy's rings, acting like he is going to put them down the sink
Mommy: Merrick, don't do that.  We wouldn't want to loose them.  My rings are how the world knows that mommy belongs to daddy, and daddy's rings are how the world knows that daddy belongs to mommy.
Merrick: stares at me
Mommy: one day you might have a ring of your own
Merrick: eeewww, boys don't wear rings!
Mommy: well, one day when you meet a girl that you really love, you will be proud to wear that ring
Merrick: But mommy...I already have a girl that I love.
Mommy:  You do?
Merrick: Yes!  Mar-wee!  I love Mar-wee.  I'm going to marry her.  She's my best friend.  I'm going to marry her when I turn 5.
Mommy: oh...not 4?
Merrick:  {in that are you stupid voice} mooom, I can't marry her when I am 4.  4 is too young to be married.  I will marry her when I turn 5.