Infantilizing Myself

Maybe it had to happen, sooner or later

A couple of weeks ago I gave a presentation on Freemasonry & Tarot to a Lodge, and they gave me a really cool water bottle covered with Masonic symbolism in return.

I’ve seen, but have never used this particular type of water bottle before, but I gave it a shot, and very quickly decided that it’s just about the greatest water bottle ever devised by humanity.

You see, you don’t have to screw the top off in order to take a drink. Instead there’s this straw thing built into the lid. Give it a little tug and it pops up, ready and able to quench the thirst.

I started carrying the thing everywhere, again having decided that it is just about the greatest possible water bottle.

But, then the two year old granddaughter came over to our place.

And she brought what we call her ‘sippy cup’ and what she calls her ‘BaBa.’

I got to looking at the thing, and yep, it is the exact same design as my new water bottle. Hers is just much smaller and pink, but otherwise it’s the same darn thing.

I’m rollin’ up on 60 years old, and I’ve taken to drinking out of a ‘sippy cup.’

If I’m not careful I’ll be drinking warm milk out of baby bottles soon.

Grandkid No. 2

Tonight the kid came to visit again.

And she somehow spotted my new ‘sippy cup’ on the kitchen counter.

And she recognized it for what it is.

So, she insisted that she have it.

By pointing at it and saying ‘juice’ over and over again until her mother finally gave in. The kid is stubborn as all get out. I imagine that she gets that from me.

It’s got a little ring on the top, so the kid can actually carry it, and when they left this evening, she refused to give it up. Unless her mother managed to trick her somehow, I imagine the thing is probably in her crib as I write these words.

Now as I’ve written elsewhere the kids seem awfully worried about their mother and I getting old. They already tried to convince us to buy a fully handicap accessible house, and then the oldest decided that she’d better talk to us about a nursing home.

We try to convince the youngsters that we aren’t actually old and infirm yet, but alas, I fear our efforts in that regard might not be working.

Then I realize that I’ve been wandering around, sucking on a ‘sippy cup.’ Perhaps that’s not helping my argument that I’m not yet in my dotage!

P.S. I do though love the ‘sippy cup.’ The thing is awesome to look at, and super handy to use!

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