10.23.2005

Libations

Although he still likes his milk in a bottle, Wuggidy now insists upon being served his water and juice from a big cup. Not a sippy cup. Not a spill-proof straw cup. A big cup like Mama and Dadders.

He's actually doing quite well at this new skill. He's usually capable of drinking it down with a minimal amount of spillage.

But first he must pour out libations. Slowly, contemplatively, he tips the cup. Golden drops of orange juice pour down in a graceful stream, soaking the carpet.

"Mo?"

No.

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