Have you ever been wondering where a certain bottle or sippy cup is? It’s not like I was thinking about it all the time, but every once in awhile I kept remembering that we were short one small bottle. Then one night as Inez was standing next to the chair I was sitting in and talking to me, she stepped on something hard that was under a blanket in the corner.

There it is! The missing bottle. Half-full (because I like to think that I’m an optimist) of apple juice and mold.

*Please not that these picture cannot do the gross-ness justice as they were taken with the camera phone.