When exactly are we talking about? And to who?

While I was hanging up clean shirts in my closet today, Logan approached me.

"Mom, can I get married?" he questioned.

He is three. Not thinking that I heard him right I asked, "Married?"

"Yeah. Married."

"Ummm, okay" (I obviously hadn't prepared myself for this question- I thought I had like oh 20 more years!)

And then he left, hopefully not to catch a flight to Vegas with his girlfriend.