“Oh my gosh, mom! I saw a green sparkle in your ring and I finally figured out what it means!”
That was what Logan said to me as Ed drove us to dinner. (This going somewhere to eat a meal is a recurring theme in our lives.) He meant my wedding ring.
“What?” I asked, because, really, who wouldn’t be confused by that?
“Your ring! I finally figured out what it does! It gives you super powers over Dad!”
“Yeah, that’s why he can’t get away from you!”
It’s good to know that escape from me is the goal.