There wasn't a ring. There wasn't an engagement. But my children were catching on. Something was up. One day Bachelor #5 picked me up for a date. We were both dressed up, and my four year old asked, "Where are you guys going? Are you going to get married?" Another time, Bachelor #5 reported that my middle son caught him alone and asked, "When are you going to propose to my mom?" To which he had jokingly replied, "I asked, but she said I was too old!" Who needs Cupid when you've got your little boys covering your back, huh? Bachelor #5 took my oldest children to lunch. Afterward, he told me I had great kids. When I asked him why he thought that and what they'd talked about at lunch, he replied, "We decided that we wouldn't tell you what happened at lunch and keep you in the dark." No problem, Bachelor #5, I thought. I'll just ask my children. Except that actually was a problem, because my children refused to divulge anything related to lunch with Bachelor #5! “Three may keep a secret, if two of them are dead.” (Benjamin Franklin) Actually, that's not true. Obviously Benjamin never met Bachelor #5... or my two oldest children. Not one of them ever said a word.