A Question to Not Forget

While driving in the car the other day, Bryson asks "Mom, how old do I have to be to get married?" Really surprised by the question, I answer "Ah, at least 18!" He says "Oh, ok." Then there is silence. Very curious why he's asked this question and wondering why there wasn't more to this conversation, I finally asked why he asked the question. His response- "Oh, I was just wondering if you'd still be alive when I get married." Wow, thanks Bryson! I'm glad I look that old to ya buddy. :)