Đán: Daddy, you’re the best. I want to marry you.
Dad: No, thank you. I am already married to your mom.
Đán: You know, a boy can marry a boy.
Dad: Of course. Are you going to marry a boy?
Đán: No.
Dad: Who are you going to married then?
Đán: Nobody.

That was our conversation when I let him played on my iPhone.