Out of nowhere today in the car, the following conversation with my daughter:
Wombat: Mommy, can girls marry girls and boys marry boys?
Me: Well I think they should be able to. I think grown ups should be able to marry any other grown up they love.
Wombat: Me too. *thinks for a while*
Wombat: I don't want kids.
Me: That's okay. You don't have to. You also don't have to decide yet.
Wombat: They'd mess up my room. I want to always have a neat home.
Me: *refrains from commentary about the state of her bedroom..her desk...her art area...*
Wombat: I think I want to marry a girl. Boys are stinky.
Me: They are?
Wombat: Well not good boys. Though if I married a boy I would make sure he had his own room so he could decorate it the way he wanted and I could have my room the way I want.
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