Noah: When is it my turn to get married?
Me: Well, one day when you grow up to be like daddy and you meet a lady that you love and she loves you back, you can maybe get married.
Noah: I like Lucy (a girl from school).
Me: Oh really? What do you like about her?
Noah: She's like you. And her hair goes down like your hair.
Boom! I now forgive him for all the drama he has put me through.