The kid was admiring my diamond ring yesterday. She wanted to know how much her father had paid for it. My answer? $0. The ring he gave me is platinum. When I was pregnant with the kid I developed an allergy to platinum.
It really does happen. My other allergies also got worse.
But I digress. Now I wear my deceased grandma's engagement ring. And the kid likes it.
I told her she can have it when I die.
"Thanks. Well, I hope you live another 10 years." was her response.
Mine was, "really, another 10 years? Why 10 years?"
She was generous. She then changed it to 11 or even 20.
I guess 46 and 55 are really old according to my eight-year-old.