Making Wine

Any mother will tell you that their car is a disaster. Crumbs, toys, juice boxes and cups always seem to litter the car, no matter how much you try to keep it clean. It is the first place I look whenever something goes missing, like a snack cup, binkie, or sippy cup. The second place I always look is my stroller. Well Luke's sippy cup went missing—for at least a week. And I looked in the car, but I didn't look way under the front passenger seat for his cup, especially since he sits behind the drivers seat and that is where it usually ends up. Last night I found it, brought it inside and opened it to put it in the dishwasher. Clearly, there had been grape juice in it—and now there was wine. Or at least something that smelled like wine. I put it in the dishwasher thinking, "If this still smells like wine tomorrow, I'll throw the cup away. I don't people to think I give me children wine and call DSS."