Spray Bottle

I cleaned a bookcase today.
I found your spray bottle and your little comb.
I threw them in the trash.
Too painful.
You wanted to play with mommy's spray bottle
but I gave you the little one with water
so you could take the cap on and off
and be safe.
You took that bottle with you on a stroller walk.
You kept dropping the cap.
We were all frustrated.
We tried to give you a stick instead
but the stick was not your spray bottle.
I used to spray your hair and try to
give you pigtails.
You hated it.
But you loved the word "pigtail."
I wish your hair got longer so we could have that hair fight forever.
I must've put that spray bottle on the shelf
because you were running around.
No time to put it in its proper place.
I hate that I have time now to put things in their proper places.
I took the spray bottle out of the trash.
I still am not sure where it belongs.