Since Michael chewed the top off of one of his sippy cups, we've had a bit of a dilemma around here regarding what to offer him next. He's shown a clear preference and faculty for "big boy" cups, but he can hardly be trusted with the contents of the spill-resistant variety, so we're going with a compromise trainer cup for now. He started using one about a month or so ago, and has done well with it, to a degree.
The trouble is, he can get his milk out in inappropriate ways regardless of how it's offered to him. While the trainer cup at least prevents him from turning his beverage into something resembling a science experiment gone wrong, it doesn't do much to help prevent the mess that almost always results. For as long as he's got an interest in drinking the milk contained within, he does extremely well with whatever option he's given. However, it's hard to know when the moment will pass, and once it does, the real fun begins:
He's got his fingers on a brand new cup
One with the prettiest of hues-
It's got handles for his palms,
And a cover (for his mom),
But oh, all the things he still can do!
When he's done (when he's done),
When he's done (when he's done),
He's gonna get me when he's done.
He's gonna pour some down his nose,
He's gonna spit some on his clothes.
Oh, he's sure gonna get me when he's done.
I've seen him handlin' a big boy cup,
He's got a super-steady hold,
He can tip it, he can sip it,
When he drinks, he'll hardly drip it,
But he don't like doing what he's told.
When he's done (when he's done)
When he's done (when he's done)
He's gonna get me when he's done.
He's gonna fill it up with peas,
He's gonna splash it 'round with ease.
Oh, he's sure gonna get me when he's done.
When he's done (when he's done),
When he's done (when he's done),
He's gonna get me when he's done.
He's gonna shake it in his hair,
He's gonna fling it everywhere.
Oh, he's sure gonna get me when he's done.