Möbius

Not everything has two sides to it. The proof is left up to the reader.

The Blue-Dot Cleanser

When mom would give me a bath.

I was probably two or three and I still remember her swishing a white washcloth in the water as the tub filled - just to be sure there weren't any 'hot spots'. I clearly recall the faucet sound and the plastic turquoise boat that once had wheels, wouldn't float and really wasn't for the water. The tub smelled like bleach and felt gritty on my butt. All of this felt like safety.