I had an OB appointment today for the glucose test and Evan had to come with me. I took him into the restroom with me so that I could tinkle into that TINY cup before we went in to have my blood drawn.
Well, I tinkle in the cup and then put the lid on. He looks at it and goes "MOO"(for those of you that don't speak Evan-that means juice).
I quietly tell him that it is not his juice(hopefully no one else speaks Evan and couldn't hear me explaining that he couldn't have it). I tell him that his juice iss in his diaper bag and I'll get it as soon as I wash my hands.
As soon as I put the TINY cup in the door that it goes in, he starts crying for MOO. I quickly wash my hands and he quiets down as I hand him his juice and we walk out the door. On the way back to our chair we got quite a few giggles(guess I wasn't as quiet as I thought).
Maybe I wont think of my hatred for that TINY cup the next time I have to tinkle in it and instead think of my son wanting his Moo!