Every now and then I forget that I live in a total loony bin. Then something happens to remind me.
Sunday morning I just wanted a mug of tea. I like some fun teas, some herbal and green teas, but my hands-down fall-back favorite comfort tea is Earl Grey.
I keep my tea envelopes in these little drawers under a decorative shelf that hangs on the kitchen wall. Sunday morning I reached up to pull out an Earl Grey (in the right-hand drawer) and set it on the counter. I was checking to see if my water was hot enough when something about the silver envelope caught my eye.
Other moms might find it odd that someone had placed stickers that say POISON in big black letters on each individual Earl Grey envelope. It just served to remind me I live in a loony bin.
None of the herbal or green teas had stickers, just the Earl.
"Why are there poison stickers on all the Earl Grey tea?" I asked.
I’m not sure why I always feel the need to ask. You would think I would learn not to. I do know that this time I was motivated by genuine curiosity.
My 17-year-old son Matt glanced at the envelope containing the tea bag, then back at me.
"Earl Grey is bad and I didn’t want you to die," he answered, then wandered away.
Well, at least he had my best interests at heart.