Dinner is finished. Mommy gets out the milk that is the signal of the end of dinner for Swee’Pea and TheMonk. She carefully pours the milk into their cups. But these aren’t the usual sippy cups that have dominated our lives for the past year. No, these are “big kid” cups. No safeguard for the occasional spill.
Mommy is feeling brave.
She momentarily stops to think about the consequences of not using a sippy cup but decides that they have to learn eventually and the only way they’ll learn is to practice. She worries about TheMonk and his rough handling of all things (a boy in every sense). She also worries about Swee’Pea and her penchant for cleanliness. This is not a situation that lends itself to the cleanliness that our little lady prefers.
Nonetheless, Mommy pushes on.
She places the cups on the trays of both Swee’Pea and TheMonk. Swee’Pea’s cup is neon pink and the white milk contrasts sharply with the bold color. TheMonk eyes his blue cup and raises it to his lips. He drinks the milk and handles the cup like a pro. Swee’Pea does the same.
Putting a cup down that doesn’t have a lid, however, poses a new challenge and both Swee’Pea and TheMonk bang their cups down too hard onto their trays. Milk splashes out of their cups and onto the hard surface in front of them.
Predictably, TheMonk doesn’t notice or, perhaps, care. Swee’Pea, on the other hand, notices.
Oh yes, she notices all right.
And it’s not okay.
No, it’s certainly not okay. This is a mess and Swee’Pea does not like messes.
She eyes the spilled milk running around on her tray and she bursts into tears.
I guess she’s too young to know… there’s no use crying over spilt milk.
You knew that was coming, right?