Conversation with my son while we stand at the bathroom sink getting ready for church.
Me: Yes, son?
Carter: When I get married, can I still live with you?
Me: Yes, but you won't want to.
Carter: I'll always want to live with you.
Me, little smile: We'll see.
Carter: But where will my wife sleep if we live with you?
Me: Well, I guess in your room.
Carter, snickering to self probably picturing him sharing the top bunk bed: I don't think we can fit in that bed.
Me, smiling, but trying not to laugh: You'll work it out.
Carter: Yeah, I think it would be best if we slept with you. I can sleep on your side and my wife can sleep on Dad's side.
Me, in all manner of seriousness: That'll depend entirely on what your wife looks like, son.
Carter: Yeah. That's what I thought too.