I walked into G3's room tonight, and found the following on his night stand.
I was a little embarrassed...felt like I had happened upon something that a mom should not ever have to happen upon.
Ok, I'm exaggerating...it wasn't quite that unsettling. Almost, but not quite.
After Griffin expressed an interest in playing catcher for his b-ball team, HH went out and purchased this little doo-dad so that "the boys" would be protected. I suppose protection is a good thing, since he's yet to catch a ball with his eyes open.
He just seems awfully young to own a cup. He picked it up tonight and said, "Why would they call this thing a cup? You can't even drink out of it."
This is how big sis reacted to the purchase...
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