Having a six year-old is pretty much Heavenly Father's daily gift to ME. Everyone should, at some point in their lives, try to have a six year-old. Really. It's a worthwhile investment.
As we were driving down the road yesterday Cameron spotted a group of teenage boys walking down the sidewalk. He pointed them out to me and said, "MOM! Those boys are all by themselves without their moms!" I assured him that, since they were big, their moms were probably okay with them being by themselves. To this he responded that he couldn't wait until he was old enough to go places without me.
Insert knife. Twist.
Trying to play it off I said, "Oh yeah? Well, where do you want to go without me?"
Cam: "Somewhere so I can buy stuff."
Me: "Oh. What are you going to buy?"
Cam: "A bb gun."
Now, we had been at the pool earlier and I heard some bigger boys talking tough about their bb guns. So I just rolled my eyes at the gun reference/request.
Me: "Well, what would you do with a bb gun?"
Cam: (without missing a beat) "I would go into the forest and shoot a pig and bring it home to eat the meat."
Me: stunned silence
Me: now laughing uncontrollably
Me: So what you're saying is that you're going to bring home the bacon?
Cam: (in total seriousness). Yeah. And the pig.
ALLLLLLSO, during the same car trip Cameron tried to convince me that we should buy happy meals because "McDonalds does such a nice thing giving toys to kids. They're being so nice. We should buy them."