Friday, August 27, 2010

Go Diego... Oh

One of Bob’s friends left a Go Diego Go cup at our place awhile back. No one claimed it so we merged it into our cup collection. We were especially fond of the Diego cup because of the tight fitting lid that allows for convenient use of Bob’s silly straw collection.

Three weeks ago, Jeff chipped his front tooth trying to get the lid off. I narrowly avoided a puncture wound using a small steak knife to jimmy the cap off. There was also a church key incident. I couldn’t bring myself to throw away The Diego Death Cup because due to the extremely tight fitting lid, there were no sour smelling milk spills on the rug or in the car or on our bed. This seemed like a fair trade off, even factoring in the cost of a replacement dental cap for Jeff.

My mom and Bob and I took a short road trip last weekend. Somewhere near Buttonwillow, we passed a bag of kettle corn around the car. Bob asked for some water. My mom pulled the dreaded Diego cup out of the snack bag. I warned her of the complexities of the sticky lid and its tendency to illicit violence. I then watched as she lightly twisted off the cap. Twisted off.

I am planning on getting her to double check the way we installed Bob’s new car booster seat. For everyone’s safety, I should probably have let her drive the rest of the way too.

6 comments:

  1. On days like this I enjoy having my handy rock along. I can either crawl under it or hit myself in the head several times really hard.

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  2. This sounds exactly like my life. Only it's always one of my kids who twists off the cap.

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  3. Oh, this made me laugh out loud. That would so happen to me.

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  4. I laughed through reading this whole thing. Because I have Cars cups that look just like this. Yep. Twist off.

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  5. I am a champion stripper of gears for this reason. Must. Pull. Off! But it twists; sigh. Silver lining? You get to keep the now rock-band-named Diego Death Cup! Or maybe it could be the reward for a toddler decathlon: climb the bookcase, throw the fully-laden diaper for distance, followed (of course) by the feces chase, projectile vomit for style and distance, and on...

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  6. oh lisa, you are such a good writer. i could never ever tell this story in a way that made any sense at all. and why do i feel like i have done this lid thing? sippy cups drive me nuts.

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