This is the kind of thing my mother would say if I picked
up a vial of cologne or perfume from her dresser top.
It made me think- yeah, sure, that’s why I picked it up-
to throw it back. I often wondered why she talked like this-
Then, I had six children. I said these kinds of things:
“Don’t eat that, it’s cat poop.”
“Don’t put that in your mouth, it’s wax.”
“Don’t touch that, it fell in the toilet.”
