|This is my favorite coffee mug|
Yesterday, I was on cup number three. I took that final swig, set my cup down, and saw this:
It looked like a ramen noodle, but we don't buy ramen noodles. It could have even been a small worm, which in some ways might have been preferable to what it actually was. I asked Tegan if she knew what it was, and she very casually peered into my cup, went back to what she was doing, and said,
"Oh, that's my dental floss. I put it in there." Because naturally, the most normal and sensible thing to do with your dental floss when you're done with it is to put it in your mother's coffee.
She'd put used dental floss in my coffee. Used dental floss. In my coffee.
"How about next time, you put it in the trash when you're done? Or you can give it to me, and I can put it in the trash for you?"
"Okay, Mommy." Sweetly, innocently.
Never a dull moment.