B3

Bryan, the boys, and I frequent the local It's A Grind coffee shop on weekend mornings. They have a half dozen games on a bookshelf for people to play while they hang out there. Monopoly, Scrabble, and Sorry, to name a few. Dylan loves to play with the game pieces. I think he learned quite a bit of the alphabet from playing with the Scrabble pieces. With Monopoly, he likes to walk around the coffee shop wearing the little tiny hat on his head. He likes the choo-choo (or "doo-doo" as he calls it) too.

Well we went to get coffee one morning and afterwards I took the boys back home so I could run some errands and get a pedicure. That entire afternoon my bra felt so uncomfortable and I kept adjusting it. I just thought the wire had poked through the fabric and was now poking me in the boob. About 3 hours after we left the coffee shop, I had had enough. While sitting at a signal, I reached down my shirt and into my bra to adjust the wire from the inside. To my surprise I found the letter 'B' instead.

How it got there, I do not know for sure. However, my gut tells me that a cute little 2 year old boy who goes by the nickname of Pickle dropped it down my tank top when I wasn't looking. We did practice the alphabet that morning at the coffee shop.