Queen Teen and I went to Starbucks for a treat and I bought her Steamed Vanilla Milk, one of her favorites. As we were sitting at the table drinking our treats, she spilled a little milk on her shirt when she tried to take a drink. No problem. We wiped it up with a napkin and she tried again. More milk spilled down her chin and on her shirt.
"Why do I keep doing that?" she said, grabbing a napkin and rubbing her chin with it.
"You're not lining up you mouth with the hole in the lid," I answered.
"Yes I am."
"No, you're not. I can see it. You're tipping the cup to take a drink but the hole is off to the side of your mouth, so the milk spills."
"Well how can I know? I can't see the hole."
"Use your tongue to find it." I stuck out my tongue and showed her how I put my tongue into the hole to see if it's lined up with my mouth.
She laughed. "That's silly, Mom."
"Maybe, but it works."
"I like my way." She lifted her cup and stared at the lid carefully trying to see the hole. then she tipped it to her lips. Once again drops of milk dripped down her chin.
"How's that working for you?" I asked.