Had to send a package to my mother...

I had noticed a small, plastic, cornflower blue measuring cup sitting out in the dishrack in my apartment, and I had assumed that it was one of my roommate's for some reason, though it oddly looked like one from a set of measuring cups at my parents' house.

Then, over the weekend, my mom asked me on the phone if she had left a measuring cup there during her and my dad's recent visit.

"Could you send it back?", she was like.  "I use it to measure raisins into my cereal every morning and I miss it a lot."

I find that comment very cute, how attached she is to this little object that she uses to measure her fiber intake.