My son says that someday he will take a wife.
Not yet. When he is big.
He will need a job, he says. Because he will have to buy her lots of clothes.
He says that when he is big and takes a wife he will get in his car and drive away.
He says that while he is gone a bad man will come to his wife’s tent.
(I guess he spent all his money on clothes.)
Anyway, he says that his wife will give this bad man some milk to drink.
He says that after the bad man falls asleep his wife will come and hammer a big nail into his head and he will die.