The 7-year-old and I have just finished two games of War (the card game.) The 7-year-old lies back, very still, and stares at the ceiling.
ME: Whatcha thinkin' Lincoln?...Huh?
7-YEAR-OLD: (Sigh)...I'm in love with someone!
ME: (laughing, can't help it) You ARE?!?! Who?!?!
7-YEAR-OLD: I'm in love with Eleanor! She kissed me on the LIPS!! I'm going to marry her.
ME: When did she kiss you on the lips?
7-YEAR-OLD: And we even went to dinner and there was a two-seater and we sat at the table by ourselves and it was like we were dating!
7-YEAR-OLD: Yes! And we even shared our drink and our food!!!
ME: Wow, that really is like a date!
7-YEAR-OLD: Well, just our food. We had our own drinks. And I got down on my knees and begged and begged her to marry me. I said, (he gets on his knees and puts his hands together in prayer fashion) "Please! Please! Please! MAAAAARRY MEEEEE!"
ME: Did she say yes?
ME: Did Eleanor kiss you on the lips BEFORE or AFTER you asked her to marry you?
7-YEAR-OLD: (thinking) .....Before. But I think I'll have to kiss her again at the wedding. Won't I?
ME: Yes, you will.
7-YEAR-OLD: Will I HAVE to?
ME: Yes, you have to kiss her at the wedding.
7-YEAR-OLD: Why? Because that's what makes us married, right?
ME: Well...no. Because it's tradition. Yes you will have to kiss Eleanor at your wedding.
7-YEAR-OLD: (He smiles and flops on the floor and buries his face into the rug.) Oh just thinking about it makes me sweat!