I’m sitting here trying to think of what to talk about, relationship-wise. My kids all swarmed me for a snack and a light bulb went off. I told them that I’d like them to answer the question “What does it mean to be married?”
My ten-year-old son replied, “Well, I can’t answer that. I’m not married.”
I clarified that I wanted to know what they thought being married meant, based on what they see between their Dad and I.