Something I didnt give her.
I thought it was her rubberband for her hair.
Dont ask me why I thought that.
So I held out my hand.
Spit it out, I say.
To which she obliges.
And in my hand is a regurgitated goldfish cracker.
Oh, that's okay, I tell her.
Then she picks up the A.B.C. goldfish out of my hand
and puts in back in her mouth.
I love toddlers.