Ethan: I'm going to be a warrior when I grow up.
Me: What does a warrior do?
Ethan: Um, follow the Prophet and work.
Me: Cool. Are you going to have a wife and kids?
Me: Is your wife going to be nice to me?
Ethan: You're going to be my wife! We will have 1 million kids!
Me: I can't take care of that many kids.
Ethan: I will help you lots!
Me: Will one be named Hailey?
Ethan: Yes--you can take care of that one.
I love that he thinks I'm the ideal woman (capable of raising a million kids!) I wonder how many years before this sentiment wears off...