Conversation in the Car

On the way to daycare, Braxton and I had the following conversation:

Braxton: Mom, who will I find to get married to?
Me:  Well, you have to find a girl that you like and then ask her to marry you.  Do you think you will find someone like that?
Braxton (after brief pause):  I did.  Her name is Nora.  She's 5.

And so it begins...