Brock's Engaged!

(there aren't really any pictures that are relevant to this post. so here's a random shot of Brock getting eaten by a snugly shark. more randomness to follow.)

So Brock has recently become quite the ladies man. Nearly every day he'll tell me something new he learned about the ladies that interest him. I thought for sure that Alex and Lillian were leading the pack. He had been practicing spelling their names and had even memorized their birthdays. So imagine my surprise when he came home and told me he was getting married to Sophie!

It's a long engagement. Brock says they will wait until they are both grownups, but he refused to guess what a good age was. Yesterday they practiced being married during recess. Here's how Brock described it: "First we built a house. It had four rooms and a bridge. Then I spent all day out looking for vanilla yogurt squeezers and I brought them home and we keep them all in the fridge for when we get hungry." Gotta love a man that knows how to provide.

(The king of this castle is too quick for clear pictures)

I asked Brock if they'd decided on a honeymoon yet. He asked what that was, and I let him know it was a romantic vacation for just the two of them somewhere far away and special right after the wedding. He should probably consult with Sophie, but he pretty quickly decided on San Francisco. I asked him what they'd do, and he laid out this plan: "First we'll wake up and put our clothes on. Then we'll go to the redwood forest and play all day. Then when we're hungry, we'll go back to the hotel-house and i'll make peanut butter and jelly sandwiches with nuts in them. Pistachios." Sounds pretty nice.

Brock was also adamant that he would bring lots of books to read on his honeymoon, as well as both cards and dice, so that they could play "butt." Butt is a game that Brock invented over the weekend, and it's definitely his current favorite game. You need a single die and a stack of cards. (we use the cards from set.) On your turn, you roll the die. If you roll 3, 4, or 5, you get to draw a card and place it in front of you. If you roll a 6, you get 6 cards. If you roll a 1, you lose all your cards. If you roll a two, you neither gain nor lose cards, but a butt grows out of your face. This is apparently hilarious. There's no real end to the game or any way to win or lose. It's mostly about laughing when a 1 is rolled, and going completely wild when a 2 is rolled. 

Brock also dropped some interesting ideas concerning the definition of marriage while bragging about his early engagement.
"Jack's a boy too, but he can't marry Sophie because I asked her already."
"Well good job on that front Brock."
"Yeah. I'm a boy, and Sophie's a girl, and getting married means one boy and one girl."

While I'm sure his outlook would delight many, it is 2017 and SCOTUS has been pretty clear on the issue. I let him know that most marriages are just like he described, but that boys do indeed marry each other, as do plenty of ladies. This was our first marriage gender discussion, but I was still surprised by his intuitive definition for two reasons. First off, two of the kids in his class actually have two daddies. Secondly, his favorite book in the world for the past two months has been Tango Makes Three, the true story of the Central Park Zoo's famous gay penguins. We literally read this as the last book of the night. Every... Single... Night. To be fair, Roy and Silo (the penguins) never actually get married. They just fall in love and raise a baby. I imagine that the concepts had remained coincident yet separate in his mind.

Anyhow, he spent the rest of our car ride home explaining the family ramifications of the child he and Sophie will have. He was very excited that he would be a daddy. He pointed out that some holidays he'd be visiting Sophie's parents, and others he'd be visiting us. But the point he really wanted to drive home was, "you'll be a grandpa. But you'll always still be my daddy." You're right Brock. I'm pretty lucky that way.