Emily has taken a keen interest in my wedding ring lately. She keeps asking me to take it off and let her wear it. The first couple times, I humored her, but then I started turning down her requests because I really don't like to take my ring off, and there's no telling what'll happen to it when it's in her grasp.
This afternoon, she and I were returning home from running errands, when she asked me what was in my hand. I held out my hand and showed her that nothing was there.
"No, your other hand," she said.
I held up my left hand to show that, here too, I wasn't concealing anything.
"What's that on your finger?" Emily asked. Ah ha -- now I saw where this was going.
"What? My ring?" I replied.
"Yes," Emily said. "Why you wear that?"
"This ring means that I'm married to Mommy," I told her.
Emily didn't seem to understand and gave me a quizzical look.
"It means that I love Mommy very much," I explained.
"Oh," said Emily. "Me too."
I fully expected her to next tell me that she needed a ring too, but she left it at that.
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