I asked Jessica, “What is this bread doing soaking in the blue bowl?”

She replied, “It’s benadryl, for the dog, so that she can stay calm after her surgery.”

“OK,” I said, satisfied by that answer.

“Don’t eat it,” she added to help me grasp the seriousness of the situation. She knows I have a special place in my heart for benadryl soaked bread. 😉