The ol' ball and chain
Olivia and I were at Ben Franklin Craft Store and she saw a cake topper in the wedding aisle. "Look, this guy looks trapped!" she exclaimed.
I went over to see it. There was a groom sitting, looking forlorn with a ball and chain around his ankle. There was a bride standing, looking victorious holding a key.
I explained to my seven-year-old, "This is a ball, and it's connected to his leg by a chain. It's called a ball and chain, and people joke that when you get married, you're locked in."
"But she's standing and she looks happy," questioned Olivia.
"Right. That's because the woman is usually the boss and she gets to decide when to unlock the ball and chain every now and then," I explained.
"Why is it the woman?" Olivia continued.
"Who's the boss in our house?" I asked.
"You," said my daughter without hesitation.
Now, honestly, I'd like to think we have an equal partnership. We are highly compatible. But I do think Olivia's answer is pretty funny.
"See? And when you get married, you have to find a man who lets you be the boss, too," I advised.
A lady nearby was listening and laughing. "I tell my daughters the same thing, too," she agreed.
Later, when we were checking out, the cashier recognized me from this blog. "I like your blog!" she complimented.
"Oh, thank you!" I smiled. "So you know this is the man I always make fun of?" as I gestured to my husband.
"Yes," she chuckled. "Now I get to meet him in person."
That's right. She's met the ol' ball and chain. Wait... that's me. So she's met the poor sap locked in with the ol' ball and chain. Ha!