Life With a Three Year Old

This is my favorite coffee mug

We bought these mugs about 5 years ago, and they are still my favorite mugs for my morning coffee.  They just make me deliriously happy.  We originally bought 8, and are down to 7 (which is pretty darn good, considering my tendency to break things.)  I have a few other mugs that I will use, depending on my mood, but this is the mug you're most likely to see if you drop in on me on any given day.

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.