Of All The Things I've Lost

So I'm standing at the sugar bowl dropping my requisite three cubes of sugar into my coffee when I notice the lid to my sugar bowl is missing. "That's too bad," I think to myself. "I love this cream and sugar set. I wonder what happened to that lid."

I immediately blame Abby, as she loves to play tea party and occasionally I let her use a set of espresso cups and saucers and my cream and sugar set.

And then I notice the lid is in my left hand. Where I've been holding it.