“Put this in your purse.” My husband thrust a sippy cup my way. “And this,” he tossed me a bib. As I dug and rearranged my wallet, my business card case, a few peppermints, some lip gloss, forty-eleven coupons, a tube of hand cream, a pack of tissues, and my pressed powder compact to fit the cup, he says, “We should probably take these.”
I raised my head to see a couple of diapers and a wipes box staring me in the face…
Carol