When I got home from my business trip last night my 6yo daughter showed me her "new ring."
"I love it!" I told her and asked, "Where did you get it?"
"At school." she told me.
This morning I got the details.
"So where did you get the ring?" I asked her.
"From Ollie." she told me. (Note: Ollie was her best friend in preschool for 3 years and is now in her kindergarten class.)
"Was it wrapped?" I asked her - wondering if Ollie had lifted it from his sister's jewelry box.
"How did he give it to you?"
"He said 'This ring is for you.'" she told me.
My husband jokingly asked, "Did he get down on one knee?"
"Wait, WHAT!?" we both said. "Tell us what happened."
So she told us how Ollie had asked her to come into the bathroom with her (their kindergarten class has a single person bathroom that they share with the neighboring classroom.)
Then he pulled the box out from behind his back, got down on one knee and said, "This ring is for you."
Then he stood up and she hugged him and gave him a kiss on the cheek.
Then I died from the cuteness.
Here is a picture of her new ring...