Sippy-cup Surprise

The rush was exhilirating.  I just couldn't wait to see just what was in store for me.  The present was hidden, far away in the play-room; untouched by human hands and unscanned by the eye for at least 3 days.  It was discovered during a cleaning expedition to the south play-room.  One of the children found it in the futon excurion party.  The layers of ancient kid-mess were carefully removed from the outer shell and it was gently carried to the kitchen for examination.  

That's where I found it.  You see, it had been filed away under a day's worth of dishes, lost to time once again.  It was mine to re-discover.  And so I began my examination of this artifact, excited by the mystery of its contents.

Hot water surged into the sink and the faint waft of steam rose like the morning mist.  My excitement was un-containable as I carefully twisted the top loose.  The smell blasted from the cup, creating an almost visual mushroom cloud of filth.  Powerless to resist, my head instinctively jerked to the left.  The groan was automatic as the tangy, musty stank tore through my olifactory system.  I lurched and dumped the contents down the drain.  As it disappeared into the hot mist of the whirling drain, I saw it.  The prize was there.  Old chocolate milk.  Looks like Saturday.

Thanks, Kids.