From the mouths of little boys...

Ben, as he's wiping down the table in their playroom per my instructions: I don't want to get married when I grow up.
Hunter: I want to marry a hot babe.
Me: Why don't you want to get married, Ben?
Ben:  Because I don't want to have to do work.
Me: You'll still have work to do.  You'll have laundry, cleaning your home. Your wife won't do all that for you.
Hunter mutters something about how his mom will do it.
Ben: Hunter likes to mix up the words wife and mom. He thinks you can call your wife, 'Mom'.
Me, to Hunter: I stop cleaning up after you at 18, whether you're married or not. And you can't marry your mom, or call your wife, mom. Trust me, she won't like it.
Ben and Hunter grumble.


Yikes.

EDIT: Upon reading this to my husband on the phone he says, "Atleast he's starting to listen to my advice. I feel like I'm succeeding as a father."