"Mom," Riley said, "We have a problem in the bathroom..."
"What is it?" I said heading in there, dreading what I might find.
"Look," she said pointing to the toilet seat. It was sitting crooked on the pot.
"Oh, yeah," I said, "I know; I'm buying a new one today."
The toilet seat came with the house. It's one of those awful puffy ones that exhales when you sit on it. It's white and has butterflies embroidered on the lid. It's starting to split at the front and it has simply seen its day. I've been looking for a good reason to replace it for ages.
"Oh, but I love this toilet seat...we can't get rid of it!"
Honestly, that girl gets attached to the strangest things...