When I'm a Grown-up

Gus and I had an interesting conversation in the kitchen today. He was watching me prepare some marinade for steak, and it went something like this.

Gus: "Is that raw?"

"Yes, its raw. Only grown-ups can touch the raw meat. And then we wash our hands, see," I say to him as I wash my hands.

"Oh." He says, with a thoughtful look on his face. "When I am a grown up I am going to touch raw meat. And I am going to be your husband."

"well, no. You will be somebody's husband but not for a very very very long time."