‘Why do people get married Mama?’
Ishaan is six, shy, curious and repulsed by the whole marriage thingie. His recently turned seven-year old self would shudder in disgust if we were to remind him of the time when he considered Sister a suitable match.
‘So that they can spend their lives with a friend Ishaan, instead of being alone.’
‘But I don’t want you to die!’ he cries, sufficiently moved by the mortality of his parents. I assure him we’re going nowhere for a (hopefully) long, long time.
‘But I want to live with you always Mama,’ he moans.
‘You can live above us,’ I suggest brightly.
‘No… I want to live in the same house with you,’ he insists.
‘Ok,’ I give up. ‘You can live with us.’
‘But…where’s…the…place?!’ he wails. Our three-bedroom flat clearly does not cut it for him.
It’s a valid point. Even seven-year olds need some privacy.
‘We’ll talk about it later,’ I say, demonstrating a handy life skill (especially useful for marital success) of relegating important issues to the back-burner.
He wanders off as I savour the deliciousness of being wanted, secure in the knowledge that for a few years at least, my little boy is all mine.