In the car, on a recent outing, the following words were exchanged with my four-year-old:
HER: Mom, are you and Dad married?
ME: Uh, yes.
HER: Are Miya's parents married?
ME: Yep. Most of the parents you know are married. Someday, maybe you'll get married if you want to.
HER: I want to!
ME (inciting revolution wherever I can): But not until you're older. You can marry a boy or, by that time, hopefully you'll be able to marry a girl in California, if you want to.
HER: I want to! No, no, no, no! I mean I want to marry Thomas. I'm going to be his engine.
ME: (!) Wow, his engine, huh?
HER: No! NO! I mean, I'm going to be his DRIVER.