Overheard in the Bedroom

Zora's at that stage where EVERYTHING goes into her mouth. Keys, glasses, junk mail: nothing is safe from her gaping gummy maw.

So naturally, the empty plastic and foil birth control package sitting on my bedside table struck Zora as a delightful treat.

Shiny? Check.
Crinkly? Check.
Yum.

As her little tongue traveled the grooves along the blister packaging, Rodney glanced over and offered this warning:

Be careful, baby girl. If you eat one of those you might disappear!