© 2011 Aaron Atkinson


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!

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