Snuggling in bed with Kiel the other night and he was telling me about one of the girls in his kindergarten class and how she likes his new hair cut. Apparently she is his girlfriend and he's going to marry her. I asked when he was going to ask her to marry him and he told me that "no, she has to ask me."
It was quiet for a few minutes and then Kiel said "It's good I'm not a girl." And this is the conversation that followed:
Mom: Why?
Kiel: Because I don't want to have to marry a boy.
Mom: Oh. Hmm...but Kiel, sometimes boys do marry boys.
Kiel:(In a high pitched I don't believe you kind of voice.) What? No way.
Mom: Yes, they do. What's important is that they love each other, and sometimes boys love boys.
Kiel: And they get married? And like kiss?
Mom: Yup.
Kiel: Oh. That is so weird.
Mom: And you know what? Sometimes girls marry girls, and that's ok too.
Kiel: OK. Stop. You are FREAKING.ME.OUT.
(It was all I could do not to laugh at his reaction at this point.)
Mom: Well, mostly boys love girls, but sometimes boys love boys and girls love girls, and that's ok. I'm pretty sure you love girls, but if you don't that's ok.
Kiel: Oh, I know I love girls.
Mom: I just blew your mind didn't I.
Kiel: I don't know what that means, I'm only five.
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