Putting the 13 in PG-13

Mike walks into the kitchen to make his lunch just as Curt and I were separate from a kiss, and rolled his eyes.

"Seriously, again? You two kiss too much."

"No such thing when you are married Mike."

"Well, when I get married I'm never going to do that in front of my kids and I'm going to marry someone that's the exact same age as me. It's just weird that Curt is younger than you."

"That's silly, did you think it was weird when your dad was older than me?"

"Well, still."

"Mike, I don't care who you marry as long as they are a good person and you are happy."

"So, I could like marry someone from another country and you wouldn't care?"

"Mike I don't care if you marry someone from another country, someone older or younger than you, I don't care if you marry a man or a woman, just as long as it's a good marriage."

"Oh my god, a man? That's just gross!"

"Mike, grow up. You can help being gay about as much as you can help what color eyes you are born with. And that's not the point, the point is all I want is for you to be happy."

"I know mom, but I just don't get the whole gay thing. I mean, who is the woman in that?"

"Well, one of them doesn't wear a wedding dress during the ceremony if that's what you mean."

"No, not that."

"Like who does the cooking versus the car maintenance, because there are lots of guys who cook and lots of girls who can change the oil."

"No, nevermind."

"No, you can tell me, I'd rather you asked me than someone else."

"Well, it's kind of like something in one of the movies that you won't let me watch."

"That's okay, you can ask me anything Mike."

"Really, you won't be mad?"

"Nope."

"Well, what I want to know is who puts the meat in the taco?"