I pulled out glasses for lunch and opted to give Jesse a glass cup. I'd say it was his first time to have one, not counting the times he's taken a drink from someone else's glass. I set it down in front of him and poured him some strawberry kefir.
He looked at it and looked at me, smiling, and said, "Is this my cup? A glass cup? Why?"
As I was contemplating what to say-the real reason was the cupboard with those little glass ones was closer than the plastic ones and I was lazy. I didn't want to admit to being lazy to my two year old so I hesitated, thinking of a diplomatic way to say it. He didn't wait for me to explain.
"Is it because I'm magic?"
I just smiled.
He was very pleased with himself. "I'm magic and I have a glass cup!"
Then I laughed!