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.