I reached in my hospital-issued diaper bag the other day while I was driving, searching for a toy for the baby.
My hand brushed against something it did not recognize....something wiry, gritty.......nasty.
I pulled my hand out.
Curiosity compelled me, and I stuck my hand back in. I felt it again.
What on earth?
I gave a shiver, closed my fingers around it, and drew it out of the bag.
And almost missed my turn.
For a minute I was creeped out.
Then, I remembered that my three year old daughter is a hoarder.
Sounds like a reality tv show to me: Preschool Hoarders and Those Who Love Them.
Or maybe, "What's in YOUR Diaper Bag Today?"