what the world looks like when you're seven. An actual exchange last night: The Boy: You know, I try to hold in my farts around girls. DD: That's a good idea. TB: Yeah. If you fart around them, they won't want to be your girlfriend. DD: Probably not. TB: It's hard to convince them to marry you. Like, I want to marry Ashley, but I don't know how to make her want to marry me. DD: Well, no rush. You've got time. TB: I know that. But I want to marry her. How many more years until prom?