I find it weird that all males are the same: whether they are 5 or 34. I'm thinking I need a daughter to commiserate with me.
Buddy: How old do you have to be to get married?
Me: It doesn't matter, but you have to go on a mission first.
Buddy: Did you and dad kiss when you got married?
Me: Yes we did.
Buddy: My girlfriend is going to do that to me when we get married.
And in somewhat related news, today Buddy told his friend in disgusted tone, "Did you know Chris Brown beat up Rihanna?"
(I am quite disturbed he knows that and repeats it, but at least I am fairly certain he won't harm women and his testosterone will be directed toward them in other ways.)