I know she has a problem. She tries to hide it, but she can't, not really.
When she's in the grips of it, she can't talk very well. Her words slur and she sometimes drools.
She hides them, thinking I won't find them and throw them out. I found one under the couch cushion, one buried in her blankets and one in her underwear drawer.
She does it under cover, hiding under the blankets, hoping I won't notice. And sometimes, I don't. Sometimes I miss that she has one, that she is, again, sneaking them.
She's not even four years old.
And she's an addict.