I Drink Milk From A Glass, So That Means I'm A Real Grown Up Now, Right?

Almost anyone who has ever eaten a meal with me understands that I will only drink milk from a plastic cup. It just tastes better that way. When you buy the milk, it comes in a plastic jug. Milk is just meant to be in plastic. Growing up, we had very few plastic cups but those were MY cups. Simply existing for the purpose of allowing Kate to drink milk.

Not anymore. Since being married, we have only had ONE, yes ONE plastic cup. That cup happens to be my favorite. It's green and tall and just all around BIG. I fill it was ice water while cleaning the house, juice-so I don't have to get up five times to refill it, and stick it in the car when I need to pick up Ross. It's the cup that is so big, no refill is required. The downside is that there is only ONE of them and requires a lot of washing.

For the last eight months, Ross has been weening me onto actual glasses at meal time. Where we usually drink MILK. For the first few months, I would INSIST on having my plastic cup. When I had a glass full of milk, I'd shut my eyes, squint my nose, and try to make the pain of enduring milk from a GLASS as short as possible. I hated it.

My family, especially my parents, would be so impressed to hear me say that I now drink milk from a glass, without whining or complaining. At all. So, that means I'm a REAL grown up now, right? Though, I'd still argue that milk tastes better in plastic. A mug would even be better than a cup. But the important thing is that I now drink milk from a real glass.