Allow me to tell you a very short bedtime story. One that will fill you with a warm fuzzy feeling and leave you longing to spend time with small children. A-hem!
Once upon a time, I had one of these:
Such a nice glass measuring cup it
is was. So sturdy. So handy for measuring liquid. So…likeable.
And then. Then I had one of these:
He was so sweet and I loved him so much and he didn’t cause too much damage so I decided to have another one:
And this one was also pretty cute and did cause a lot of damage but I decided to keep him anyways.
And then this happened:
Take a closer look to my likeable, handy, very usable glass measuring cup:
I mean what is left of my measuring cup.
Any guesses on who “done” it?