Dear Reese,
When you shake your sippy cup No matter how good the lid Eventually the milk splatters out Threatening to stink up the house I cry at the dinner table After pulled chicken sandwiches While Cappi holds you and MoMor does the dishes I cry like a sippy cup Shaken too hard this week I spill Later you stand in the bath And hold me, my eyes dry Yours, drying We remember to laugh While putting your pj's on You hold your sippy cup While we read stories It doesn't spill I wash it after you fall asleep Ready for tomorrow
Love,
Mama