normanr*

On my last day of babysitting we were watching the walking dead and the little boy, whom may I remind you is six, asked me if I liked Daryl.

I, of course, said yes.

Then he said, “Do you want to kiss him?”

and I laughed and said yes.

Then he asked me if I wanted to marry him.

I replied, “Sure, why not?” Not understanding where it’s going…

Then he asked me if I wanted to have babies with him…

I said yes…

Then he exclaimed, “SO YOU WANT TO HAVE SEX WITH NORMAN REEDUS??”