After seeing a Match.com commercial for 100th time:
E: Mom, you can go on Match.com to find a new husband.
Me: I don't think I need a new husband Sweets, I'm fine all by myself, with just you and your sisters!
E: Well, you'll have a husband when I grow up.
E: 'Cause I'm gonna be your husband.
When I explained that he couldn't marry me, he cried :( What a sweetie, sweet mama's boy! I'm sure his future spouse will hate me!