Nothing like the smell of sour milk in the morning to get your gag reflexes going...

Lately Archie has been drinking out of a proper cup. No spill proof lid, no straws, just a proper, big boy cup. He still hasn't accepted the rule that you don't walk around with your cup. Hasn't grasped the concept that no lid = spillage. This has led to quite a few sticky messes of late. Thank goodness for floorboards. So obviously it's not his skill and prowess that has prompted this promotion to big boy cups. It's the lack of an alternative. You see, all 3000 sippy cups, drink bottles, etc have mysteriously disappeared from our house. I've searched high and low and come up empty. So big boy cups it has been. Until this morning. While sipping my tea and nibbling my crumpets this morning after rushing the 4 bigger kids off to school, I was interrupted by a sweet little voice. "Mum, mum, 'mere" (Archie speak for come here) I followed him up to my room and he pointed to the end of my bed and said "mook" (Archie speak for milk). I very cautiously peered over the head of my bed and sure enough, there was his *stash* of sippy cups and drink bottles. One of them was even half full of rancid, sour milk. Yum. Now my bed is one of those big, solid, heavy wooden jobs, one that takes at least 2 strong men to move, not one short, stout, strong yet pregnant woman. So I grabbed a broom and dragged out what I could, including the hideously gluggy bottle of sour milk, which Archie immediately tried to snatch out of my hand. Of course no other cup or bottle would do, it had to be the one half full of disgustingly off milk! I tried throwing it in the bin, only to have Archie trying to dive in after it! So into the laundry I went and off came the lid. Oh the smell!! There are no words sufficiently descriptive enough to describe it. Of course this got my gag reflexes going and it was all I could do to keep down what little breakfast I had managed. There was no way my child was drinking from this contaminated bottle ever again!
After much persuasion (and a fair amount of bribery) he finally settled on a big boy cup once again. Predictably, the juice ended up all over my lounge room floor, mixed nicely with the muffin used as enticement to drink from said cup. Needless to say we are off on a shopping expedition this afternoon to restock the house with sippy cups and drink bottles. And this time I'll know where to look when they start mysteriously disappearing again!