Me: Gavin, when you grow up are you getting married?
Gavin: Yes.
Me: What's will your wife be like?
Gavin: Like you mommy. She will have brown, straight hair and white skin.
Me: Are you going to have kids?
Gavin: Yes.
Me: How many?
Gavin: Four. Twins!
Me: Oh yeah, twins huh? How many boys and how many girls?
Gavin: Three boys and one girl.
Intriguing. I wonder why boys always want to marry their mothers? I hope he picks my better qualities in this woman. And I sure hope she wants four kids. I hope he gets a good job to feed all of those boys, too. Most of all I hope he's at peace and happy.
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