As it turns out, Henry is still in a phase where he is adamant that he wants to marry me. Sometimes, when his siblings want to drive him crazy, they'll whisper, "Henry, I'm going to marry Mom. She isn't going to marry you anymore." Henry will inevitably burst in to tears, which will prompt me to respond, "Guys, you know I'm going to marry Henry. Please don't make him upset..."
So, yes. Of course I'm somewhat to blame for encouraging his Oedipus Complex.
These days, he doesn't call me "Mom" anymore, he calls me "Sweetie" or "Honey" or "Sweetie Honey Pie." It's the cutest darn thing I've ever seen. Especially when I walk in to pick him up from preschool and he screams, "Oh yay!! My HONEY is here!!" Recently, he was telling his father that he was going to marry me. I should probably point out that marriage to our five-year-old means that he dresses up in his little button down striped oxford shirt and I wear a dress. Then he holds my hands and we dance to The Wiggles (Henry the Octopus) in the kitchen. At the end, I'll scoop him up and plant a kiss on his cheek. Per this practice, we've been "married" no less than 27 times in 2013.
Charlie, accustomed to this routine will always smile and respond, "Oh no you don't, she's MY wife!" whenever Henry (literally) proposes such an idea. But tonight when Charlie tried to thwart his young son's plans, Henry became indignant. "I AM TOO GOING TO MARRY MY HONEY!" he declared. "AND THEN..." he continued in his sweet little voice, "WE ARE GOING TO HAVE A BABY!" Henry stood silently for a moment, before he concluded, "... and we are going to name him Jesus!"
Charlie and I both tried to suppress our laughter as I said, "Henry, I love you completely, but you might be taking this a little too far..."
Honestly, I'm not too alarmed. It just goes to show my son has BIG plans. If he was enrolled in a Buddhist preschool as opposed to Christian, I imagine he would have wanted to name his child Siddhartha.