For my extended family: A glimpse of my own little, yet growing, family.
Sunday, June 29, 2008
The Makings of a Martini
David and I were just talking in the kitchen while he fixed himself a martini. He meticulously placed two olives in a cocktail glass, put three ice cubes into the shaker, added some vermouth and gin, admired the beauty of the bottles. Then he put the lid on the shaker and agitated it. Uncapping it, he poured its contents into the glass.
"What is that"
I had seen it too. Something had fallen from the shaker into the glass. Something that wasn't intended to be in there.
David fished it out. It was one of Daisy's little purple hair ties.
My mind zoomed back to this morning when Perry informed me that Daisy had poured the leftover contents of David's shaker from the night before (just water at this point) onto his bed.