My Son is Going Places...

So, the other night, as Ty and I were sitting in our recliners and winding down for the day, he tells me that as he was putting CT to bed, the boy started asking him questions. I was both amused and rather dumbfounded. Not so much by the number of questions my son was asking, but the KIND of questions he was asking. I keep forgetting how thorough he can be. I now present to you (and all the rest of the internet) a transcript of the conversation, as relayed to me by Ty:

CT: Dad? Do weddings cost money?

Ty: Yes.

CT: How much was Mommy?

Ty: I didn't pay for Mom, you don’t pay for your wife, you pay for the cake, the dress, the music, the dance hall…but you don’t pay for your wife.

CT: Was your wedding a lot of money?

Ty: Well, Mommy’s parents paid for our wedding.

CT: Oh really, why?

Ty: ‘Cause that’s the way it works. The wife’s parents pay for the wedding. So we’ll pay for AJ’s wedding, and whoever you marry, her parents will pay for your wedding.

CT: Oh really, why?

Ty: ‘Cause that’s just the way it works. The wife’s parents pay for the wedding. It’s tradition.

CT: Well, what if they don’t have that tradition?

Ty: It’s pretty much an all American thing.

CT: But what if I marry someone from Africa?

Ty: Then we’ll have to figure it out. Go to sleep.

Am I the only one that finds CT's ability to cover as many bases as possible in his questioning of a topic to be rather mind-boggling? He wants to make sure that every possible angle has been addressed before he moves on. This conversation could easily have gone on for at least another hour. Who knows how many other scenarios he could have come up with?