Tonight my daughter insisted on "seeing Daddy's wedding ring."

After she played with it and giggled at the idea of her dropping it, Ryder eating it and her sifting through his poop to find it ("with a shovel" she said) She refused to get it back.  I sat across the dinning room table and watched the tiny girl and the over sized man battle over the ring.  He demanded it back, she refused. 

She was a bit obsessed.

Finally she escaped his grasp and walked over to me with that devilish grin on her face.

"Give me the ring Frodo."

She handed it over with uncertainty and I flipped it back to the husband... 

Just another day in Middle Earth.