This morning, I was busy. I had two items in my hand. The first was a set of blue plastic eyes belonging to Mrs. Potato Head. The second was the baby’s nearly finished sippy cup of formula. I knew exactly where to look for the sippy cup when I spotted Mrs. Potato Head’s eyes staring back at me from the kitchen cupboard reserved for glasses. As expected, the sippy cup was in the toy bench.
Even more strange, earlier this week in the same kitchen cupboard I found something rather disturbing.
It was a full glass of water sitting among a shelf of empties. I’m still not sure how that one happened. I must have dragged my parched carcass over to the fridge, already dehydrated, filled my glass and before taking a sip, put it right back in the spot from where it came.