Recently, she was telling me about what she is going to be when she grows up. She's going to have a farm, with animals, and its going to be right behind our house. A six year old does not need to concern herself with details like buying up property, tearing down houses, and neighborhood zoning regulations. She can just point in the direction of our backyard and say, "My farm will be right there."
Josefina: "And I will have animals to keep me company."
Me: "But you won't be all by yourself. You'll get married...."
Her: "No, I don't want to get married!"
Me: "What do you mean? Why not?" [Maybe she wants to be a farmer and a nun.]
Her: [emphatically] "I don't want any boy telling me what to do!"
|Not exactly the model husband|
Me: "That's not what marriage is like. You love each other and help each other...."
Her: "I'm not gonna love any boys."
Me: "Oh well, I'm sure...."
And then she leans over and gives me a big hug and says: "I don't love any boys except you, Daddy. ...and God."