I have a five-year old with multiple interests and multiple personalities. Like most kids. But there remains one area that we have yet to gain the resolve of those veteran parents just yet. One deep and dark sippy secret. In the grand scheme of things it is not life threatening or shattering or even a drop in the hat of parenting problems. But it irks me.
It is the sippy cup. Our offspring has long had a voracious appetite for food of the liquid variety. If it does not have the potential to saturate the few carpeted places in our house, then it simply was not, is not, and will not be worth it in her eyes. She is somewhat discerning in her palette, only milk and water will make it past her lips.
We have long past moved on to water bottles, glasses of water, pouches of water, troughs of water, cups of water, bowls of water. You name it.
The milk? She steadfastly refuses to drink if it not be in that glorified sippy cup. Even at daycare she would drink a cup of water, but never a drop of milk. So color me surprised when I hear that she is drinking glasses of milk at Grandma’s house.
“Maddie, I hear you are drinking your milk like a big girl at Grandma’s house!”
“Well yeah, mom.” (ummm,,,you’re FIVE, no mom in the house, missy. That would be mommy to you!)
“Ok, so how come you won’t drink milk like that at home?”
“Cause we don’t have chocolate milk, and everybody knows only babies drink chocolate milk from a sippy cup.”
And as I stand there trying to think of a comeback, she plucks that sippy cup out of my hand and heads upstairs.