Remember how Seconda was dunking crap into my coffee? Well, since I've taken measures so prevent that, she's resorted to more devious stratagems. This morning I poured myself a cup of java and since I am a die-hard light and sweet kind of girl, I splashed in the milk and opened the sugar bowl to scoop out a teaspoon (or two -- who's counting?). But when i inserted my spoon it made a clinking sound. There, buried in the sugar was
a refrigerator magnet
two rubber bands, and
a tiny black plastic binder clip.
My daughter is trying to kill me.
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