I stepped out of the shower and onto the bathmat the other morning. As I did, something small poked me in the foot. I bent over a picked up the shiny little object, a rhinestone.
At church later in the morning I leaned over to Laura…
Me: I found a rhinestone on the bathroom floor this morning.
Laura: (with a quizzical look) Is it mine?
Me: I can only assume that it is, on account of the face that I know it’s not mine!