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For Easter, virtual-aunt-and-uncle Jen and Paul brought over mimosa and belini fixin's, including some plastic champagne flutes. Jen made special kid versions using sparkling water instead of champagne. It was all very cute.

This morning, I asked Anya if she would like her orange juice in her normal pink cup. (It's good to ask, because if you just choose and get it wrong, suddenly it's the Anyapocalypse. And you're not one of the ones being raptured away.)

She said, "No, I want it in a glass cup. A tall one."

I pointed to the normal grown-up drinking glasses. "Like one of these, you mean? Anya, those are hard for two-year-olds."

"No, I mean juice goes in ones with a on a stick!"

Ohhhhhhh.

"Yeah. Those are the ones for juice."