Look at those mad straw skills. She actually figured this out for the first time with her juice box at McDonald’s on Saturday, but we’ve been honing the skill since. 24 hours later and she is a black belt in straw mastery.
Which is nice, because it leads to MUCH less dripping and bubbling than when she tries to sip from the glass, and even though she has about ten perfectly good sippy cups regularly full of exactly the same things I am drinking… she has a fairly natural human suspicion that whatever I have in my cup is probably better than whatever she has in hers.
Now she gets to see for herself.