These days, I am dazed by the level of curiosity and inquisitiveness that my children exhibit.
Yesterday, when I went to pick them from school, the following conversation transpired between me and my son (7 years):
Son: Mummy, how did you find daddy?
Me: What do you mean?
Son: I mean how did you find daddy?
Me: Is he missing? (Though I know that wasn’t what he meant)
Son: Ohhh Mummy! (becoming inpatient), you and daddy are married naa, so how did you find daddy? (so I am the one that found daddy, abi?)
Me: (surprised) Why do you ask?
Son: Because when I grow up I want to marry someone that will be cooking for me
Me: (really?) Is it because of someone that will be cooking for you that you want to get married?
Me: But you can learn how to cook naa.
Son: I only know how to cook indomie (even though I am yet to confirm that!!!)
Me: But you can learn how to cook so that you too can cook for your wife the way daddy cooks for us sometimes.
Son: Ok mummy. I love daddy’s spaghetti, always try and cook your spaghetti the way daddy cooks his.
Me: Ok. (I have been learning this daddy’s special spaghetti and I wonder when mine will impress him like daddy’s)
Son: My friend in school said that if you don’t marry, there will be nobody to take care of you. He told us about an uncle that did not marry and when he has problem there was nobody to take care of him and he died.
Me: (this is becoming interesting!) Really?
We somehow ended the conversation and I was just looking at the person talking about marriage with side eye.
Someone said sometime that we concentrate so much on teaching our girls how to be good wives and forget to teach our boys how to be great husbands.
The teaching should be all round. Gone are the days when boys are allowed to sit and play away their time while the girls work themselves out in the kitchen.