When I have to wrench sippy cups out of the clenched fists of my sleeping twins I feel like the Grinch stuffing the Who's Christmas tree up the chimney and swiping Who Hash from the fridge. Of course I shouldn't let them go to bed with sippy cups in the first place - sippy cups filled with milk no less which I've been told is especially bad for developing teeth.
So I guess that the mere fact that they are in bed with sippy cups that are in need of gentle wrenching makes me, by definition, not a Grinch. Or at the very least an over-indulgent Grinch.
song: You're A Mean One Mr. Grinch • artist: Thurle Ravenscroft
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