The only thing better than diamonds...

Tonight as I was putting Toby to bed he noticed, for the first time, my engagement ring.

“Ooh…” he exclaimed, “That’s a pretty ring, Mommy!”

I took this opportunity to give my son his first lesson on the 4 C’s and explained to him that it was called a diamond and it was very special. He asked if he could try it on and I obliged but drew the line at letting him wear it “to sleep in”.

He was visibly distraught that he couldn’t wear my most expensive piece of jewelry to be bed, so I clarified to him WHY it was so special; it had been a special present from daddy, given to me a long time ago. At first he wondered if I had meant HIS daddy or MY daddy and I elaborated that it had been HIS daddy and that he had asked me to marry him (in a castle – one of Toby’s favourite stories) and I had said yes.

Toby thought about this for a minute and then decided to tell me a story of his own.

His story went like this :

“Mommy you know what? One day I asked Gochar to marry me on top of a castle and Gochar said YES! And then do you know what I gave him?”

I waited with baited breath for what I thought was the surefire answer.

As usual, I was wrong.

“Chocolate milk!”

I supose that when you’re three, chocolate milk is right up there with diamond rings.