A pox on you, Hello Kitty. The twins spied this cup way at the back of a lower cupboard. I didn't even know it was there. I vaguely remember my mom giving it as part of a bowl/plate/cup set to my eldest daughter seven years ago. It's probably made of plastic #5 and completely toxic, but now the girls refuse to drink out of anything else. Which means lots of spilled apple juice. Lots.
Dinner last night: spaghetti and meatballs, garlic bread, green salad, orange cream cake