I am sitting at the homeschool table with Chloe, working on her math.  For whatever reason I look up at my hand, which I believe is holding the answer key.  Suddenly I feel sick.  Where is my wedding ring?  My other two rings and my watch are still on, but my wedding ring is missing!  So I voice this sick inducing concern to my children.  Jayden, who is sitting at the piano, gasps!  With a groan and some serious concern he says, “Oh no, now we can’t leave the house!”

Of course I have no idea what he is talking about, so I turn to him and ask, “Why can’t we leave the house now?”

“Because people won’t know you’re married,”  he says with total seriousness and distress!

Now this thought never crossed my mind, one because I know I am married, two because of the old familiar joke about the white tan line where my ring used to be, and three because nobody really values marriage anymore.  It obviously mattered to Jayden.  As I started to shrug it off to him, he started protesting about “Daddy” and how he might feel and what he would say/think.  I told him about how I do believe it is important for Mommy and Daddy to wear their wedding rings, but that it would be alright if I left the house without mine on.  I assured him Daddy would be fine and my ring was probably in our bed…which, it was.