The Day The Sippy Cup Died

If you're a parent I'm sure you know what I'm talking about. If you haven't gotten to experience this yet, oh...just wait...

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My husband had smelled a foul smell in our bedroom for several nights. For the life of us, we couldn't figure out what it was. We sprayed air freshener, opened the windows, turned on the fan...nothing helped. The other day I went in there and sniffed all around to see if I tell where it was coming from. It seemed like it was coming from somewhere in towards the middle of our bed. I pulled off all the blankets and saw nothing. Our sheets and pillows were clean. Hubby came in the room and we started picking up things, checking the closet, looking everywhere. He started picking up all the magazines on the floor by his side of the bed (we seem to accumulate stacks of them) and commented on how much stuff was under our bed. He pulled out papers, the odd sock or two, a book and....a sippy cup. Why is it that sippy cups always find their way into hidden corners and underneath rarely looked places? They must have an "I need to hide" radar. I've never had one smell like this one but I groaned inwardly because I knew what lied in that sippy cup if it was anything like the others I've found over the years. (Luckily not too many.) You open it and there's that rancid, sickly sweet smell of rotten milk or fermented juice. Ugh, it's disgusting. As it turns out, my husband (he of the Iron Gut) almost threw up when he opened it so I knew it was bad. I suggested we just toss it. Sometimes it's just not worth it to keep the sippy.

1 comment :

  1. Haha you're so right! Sometimes, it's just worth it to toss it out!


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