I know I shouldn't be complaining.

This is certainly better than the last time. But still, you'd think she'd get the hint.

Cow on cup = milk in glass!

She's a modern Mad Hatter.

Miss C. set out tea for two... only instead of an ordinary tea party setup she put out an overturned teapot, a bunch of extra teacups and a spoon for eating milk out of the carton.

Oh yeah, and me. I may just be a frosted tea cookie, but I think she's cornered the market on Mad Tea Parties. The March Hare would be proud.

Isn't she thoughtful?

Miss C. thought her daddy could use a nice cup of milk while he paid the bills today. I've always known she's a smart cookie. After all, she knows I'm the best drink in the play kitchen... far superior to that upstart orange juice that's been lurking about lately. 

I'm insulted.

It's bad enough that they insist on filling me with water most days. But juice? That's just adding insult to injury.

I don't belong here.

Miss C. really needs a fridge in her room. You know, one of those cute little pink and white numbers to match her play kitchen. Then I wouldn't be stuck up here in the sun where I most definitely do not belong. Yogurt and I could hang out on the top shelf. Not that we'd talk to Butter. He's a little too full of himself. All those claims about making everything taste better. You'd think he was Bacon or something.