Future Husband . . . or not

My Daughter: [This little boy from school] is coming to my house and we are going to get married
My Wife: He’s going to get married to you
My Daughter: Actually, I don’t have any little boy play clothes
My Wife: Really? What are you going to do?
My Daughter: You know, I don’t think he is going to be my husband
My Wife: Actually, the Lord is preparing a very special person to be your husband when you grow up
My Daughter: Like John? I think John is going to be my husband.
My Wife: John?
My Daughter: Yes, John the Baptist
My Wife: Oh?
My Daughter: Hmm . . . but he eats bees . . . how am I going to cook bees?
My Wife: Well if you were his wife, you would need to cook bees for him to eat
My Daughter (really perplexed): But how do you cook bees?!!