02-13-2008
Confession
By RenaeBefore even a sip of coffee passes my lips, I stumble to the bathroom counter for a small infinity-shaped box. The world is blurry until something corrects my vision. I have eyeglasses, but they are missing a nose piece, they are two prescriptions from current, and they are dangerous when children smash me in the face. So contacts are my preferred method for sharpening the view.
Yesterday morning, when I opened the left side of the distinct container only a few drops of water remained. Contacts don’t disintegrate over night, so I wondered what happened to it.

This morning I found out. My four year old, Sunshine, followed me into the bathroom after our cuddle. She stared intently while I placed the plastic orbs in my eyes. Then the confession came,
Mommy, I ate your contact.
I’m glad I didn’t spend much time trying to find it. I never would have looked there.
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