Me: So did you play with Amanda today?
Payton: Yes.
Me: Does she sit at your table in class?
Payton: nods yes and then totally cool & nonchalantly, in between bites of his sandwich, "I'm going to marry her."
{a pause as I soak in this humorous bit of information, trying not to laugh.}
Me: So why are you going to marry Amanda?
Payton: I like her.
Me: Is she a nice girl?
Payton: Yes. Sometimes she yells at me . . . . But I like it.
I guess some men like to be bossed around by their women. Oh well.
