There are a number of Mennonite families staying here at Mayfield, and I’ve become friends with five of the kids – four girls with long blonde braided hair (age 10, 9, 5 and 5) and one cute-as-a-button toddler. The girls and I just finished playing outside – follow the leader, hide and seek, and general silliness out in the yard. As we were heading in, the following conversation ensued:
10 year old: So who is your husband?
Me: Oh, I don’t have a husband.
9 year old: Really?
9 year old: At breakfast I saw you at the table with that guy with kind of long hair coming down, and I was sure he was your husband!
Me: Nope! I just met him today. I don’t really know him. (I wasn’t even sure who they were talking about!)
5 year old: You should get a husband.
Other 5 year old: Yeah. Ladies need a husband to have babies!
10 year old: Yeah. But I’m kind of glad that man isn’t your husband.
Me: Oh, really? Why is that?
10 year old: Well, he didn’t look like such a great guy to me.
Me: Haha! Oh dear!
9 year old: But you should definitely get married.
Me: I should?
9 year old: Yes! You should, because you’re SOOO pretty!!!
Me: Oh my! Well thank you! We should play together more often!