Luc: Mom, I’m never going to marry a girl.

Me: Oh so you’re going to marry a boy?

Luc: No! I’m NEVER going to get married to anybody! I’m just going to live with you forever.

Me: Well, I’M a girl. I thought you didn’t like girls.

Luc: You’re different. [this I know, Luc, this I know…] And I never want to get a job.

Me: How are you going to pay for stuff then?

Luc: I’ll just use your stuff.

Me: How are you going to go places?

Luc: I’ll just drive your car.

Me: You can’t drive my car.

Luc: Okay fine, you can just drive me everywhere.

[At his current age, I’m agreeing to everything. 13 years from now… I will probably still be fine with this arrangement, for the most part. Talk to me again in 20 years.]