It started off as a regular Sunday morning. The lil lady awoke in a good mood and greeted me with a "hi". As we got down stairs she asked for her "mil" a.k.a. her milk. There was a slight creak to the door as I opened up the cupboard. I pulled out the pink cup with the green rimmed top. As I was pulling the gallon of milk out of the fridge I noticed it was cold, but not too cold.
The lil lady didn't seem to mind, she eagerly drank her milk. When she was done she carefully placed it on the low table and went about her day as if everything was normal.
The pink/green sippy cup didn't make another appearance til lunch time. Filled with fresh milk it sat peacefully on lil lady's tray. After devouring several fist fills of green beans and rice the lil not-so-lady-like lady grabbed for the sippy cup. She proceeded to get quite upset, yelling "uh-oh" and a few "no, no, no"s. In her frenzy she flung the sippy cup to the ground. Did the cup make lil lady angry? Did it not come out fast enough, or too fast? Did it bump her nose or suction itself to her lip? The world may never know. Lil lady was also quite mad at her chicken nuggets and quickly sacrificed them to the hungry hound hiding below her seat.
After all that ruckus lil lady needed to calm down and take a nap. I delivered her safely to her place of slumber. Once I returned to the main floor I picked up the rejected pink/green cup. After cleaning off sticky stuck on rice and rinsing it out the sippy was sent into the dark chilly fridge to wait out nap time.
Once lil lady came down from her nap she was offered her milk filled cup again. The cup was cold, perhaps too cold for her delicate little hands. Or perhaps she was still upset about the unspoken happenings from lunch. She tossed it aside after a sip. There the cup lay, alone on the floor waiting for lil lady to return for it.
I told lil lady to pick up her cup and put it on the table, she did not listen. Instead she pulled every single book off her bookshelf, one by one. Then she sat in the midst of a pile of books. She reached of that piece of pink plastic peeking through the books. She sipped on her milk as she sifted through her collection of books.
Before long my attention turned else where since I needed to make some dinner. From my triangular path from fridge to sink to stove I have a clear line of sight into the room that contains lil lady. At this point she has tipped over her toy box and the beginnings of the toy tornado were forming.
Dinner was prepared and served. Lil lady asked for her milk. I quickly glanced over the living room for that cylindrical pink plastic with a hint of green but it was not readily visible. In my own eagerness to consume delicious food I just grabbed a new cup for lil lady.
Once lil lady had laid her sweet little head down to sleep I returned to the kitchen to clean. I began loading the dishwasher. To my dismay I did not have that sippy cup! I began searching for it, my partner noticed my frustration and joined in. I could not spend hours looking for the mysteriously missing cup. I went back to the dishwasher while my partner continued the hunt.
The washer was loaded but still no sign of the pink sippy cup with a green rim. I had homework to do. One cup was not that important to me. I wanted the rest of the dishes cleaned, the cup could be hand washed or put in the washer tomorrow.
Will the cup be found?
Will lil lady make another sippy disappear?
Will the house begin to smell of soiled milk!?
Stayed tuned for our dramatic conclusion!