Wednesday, February 3, 2010

Wet and Happy

When I have a drink, Mase loves to sip from it, but my glasses are, well, glass. Sometimes I let him walk around with one, but I'm cringing the whole time, bracing myself for disaster.

The other day, I invested in some plastic.



He loves it and doesn't even seem to mind that the front of his shirt is constantly soggy.

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