
After a few minutes of rummaging through the kitchen, I find a plastic bottle in the refrigerator door, half full of water. The bottle is from Ava's trip to the zoo a couple of weeks ago and is covered with tigers, zebras, and lions. Apparently, it's the only bottle in the house. I remove the lid and slowly begin to fill it with iced coffee. For an odd, fleeting moment, I find myself wishing I had more plastic bottles laying around to use. I shake my head at the silliness. "What are you … [Read more...]
























