No, this is a post where I am posing a question to the blogging world?
What is so special about those cups?
Let me explain myself. Every morning, I go upstairs and get the babies out their cribs. They mill around and wake Hayden up, while I go back downstairs to start the coffee.
One of them will start the down ward decent, followed closely by the other two and they all run over to the cup drawer. I kindly open the drawer and say,
“Pick a cup for today?”
“Which cup do you want?”
“Pick a cup and give it to mommy for some juice.”
To which they all happily comply and each baby hands me their choice of cup.
Then I fill each cup with 1/4 water and 3/4 juice. They wait patiently, who am I kidding, they all beg relentlessly for me to give them their cup.
Once every one has their cup, they scamper off to drink and play. I then get myself some coffee and Hayden some chocolate milk. It is happiness in the household.
But then just as I am ready to take that first wonderful sip of coffee,
The fighting and screaming and tackling and hair pulling and full out kicking match over a cup.
Some one dropped a cup and another one picked it up began to drink and suddenly that cup becomes THE MOST precious thing in the world.
I just don’t get it. They all picked which cup they wanted. They are all filled with EXACTLY the same amount of juice.
There should be no issues.
Not A One!
I just don’t get what is so special about a cup.
Wonder what others had to say?