I wiped lipstick (not red) off my glass from dinner, and loaded it. And then I wiped lipstick off C's cup and put it in the washer. Suddenly my life flashed before my eyes. I wasn't ready. No one drinking from a bright yellow plastic cup should be wearing frosted lip color. The color is so light you can barely see it on her lips, but still, the principal is there... she's wearing makeup on Sundays.
I realized at that moment that she doesn't need to be drinking from a yellow plastic cup. She could graduate to a glass. She's mature enough, and certainly careful enough, but... I wasn't ready so I've been holding her back. So, tonight when I got down the cups and glasses to set up the table, and I said to C... "Do you want yellow, or blue?"