After the babies were fed their meal fit for toddlers with very few teeth, a mush Sally made from leftover roast beast, Ned and her gathered their 5 little ones to the living room.

Of course, the toddlers, which is what they were going to refer them as, now that new babies were coming, weren't used to that. Usually, after dinner, while Mommy did the dishes and cleaned up the kitchen, Daddy would wrangle them all into the bathroom for bathtime.

Sally had brought in a tray of sippy cups filled with milk into the living room. She set them on the floor in front of each child.

The parents watched their children take to their sippy cups. All 5 looked confused.

Zaneeta picked up the orange sippy cup and shook it. Faye pushed her green cup with her foot, as if the unfamiliar object was going to get her dirty. Rhiannon pushed her blue cup with her finger and watched as it toppled onto its side. Virginia's eyes burned into her yellow cup until she crossed her arms and said "No."

Ned watched as his son picked his up and eye it closely.

"That's it. Take a drink." He said, quietly.

But instead of being a "big boy" like his dad wanted him to be and drink from the sippy cup, JoJo decided it was a good idea to raise the sippy cup over his head and throw it as hard as he could.

Ned could see that from a mile away, and when his son clumsily threw the cup, he expertly caught it with an outstretched hand before the cup hit the floor and spill milk on the carpet.

"No, no, no." Ned said, patiently. "That makes a bad little JoJo. Drink from your sippy cup. Come on."

Ned turned the cup's spout towards his son and tried to get it in his mouth, but JoJo was a strong willed 1 year old and he whined and pushed the cup away whenever his dad tried to get it in his mouth.

"I think you should show him, Ned." Sally offered a solution.

Ned's eyes widened. He had to lead by example? As in... drink from the sippy cup?

Ned hadn't drunk from a toddler's cup since he was, well, a toddler. He wondered if it could trigger some memories from his childhood.

JoJo stared at him, as if he was waiting for something. Ned swallowed.

"Like this, son." He said.

JoJo and his sisters watched as their father turned the grey sippy cup towards him and he stuck the spout in his mouth and began to suck.

Chalky baby formula coated his tongue with a sickening sweet flavor, and Ned almost gagged.

He forced himself to swallow the mouthful of milk with a disgusted look on his face.

"Mmm, see? It's the same milk from your bottle?" Ned choked.

Ned wasn't sure if his face turned green or if it was his expression, but his kids weren't buying it. JoJo kicked his little legs and laughed his baby laugh at the funny faces his dad made.

"Oh, you think that's funny? How about this?" Ned said as he scooped up his son and began to tickle his plump belly.

JoJo exploded with laughter as he was being tickled. Ned saw the opportunity to trick his son into drinking from his new cup and he took it.

JoJo's facial expressions told everyone that he wasn't expecting a sippy cup to be shoved into his mouth. Out of instinct, JoJo suckled.

The hard plastic of the cup's spout felt different from the soft rubber of his bottle. But something was the same. His milk. It was still the warm, sweet tasting, good old formula he drank since since the day he was born.

Ned almost jumped with joy as his son grabbed the sides of the sippy cup and drink on his own will.

JoJo's sisters watched him drink from his cup with wonder. Was it that good?

It must have been, because the black haired child sat up after his sippy cup ran dry and he let out a huge belch.

"Good job!" Ned said.

"Girls, you wanna drink from your cups? Your brother did." Sally encouraged them.

Faye did something that surprised everyone. She toddled over to her dad and lifted her green cup to him. "Dink, dada."

"No, you drink it, sweetie." Ned said.

"I think she wants you to try it first, like you did with JoJo's milk." Sally said, hiding her smile.

Ned sighed and picked up her cup and did what he did before. He swallowed the powdery liquid with great disgust. He gagged, but Faye stuck her sippy cup into her mouth and began to drink. Her siblings were surprised that she wasn't worried about germs this time.

The orange, yellow and blue baby girls then toddled to their dad and raised their orange, yellow and blue cups to him for him to take a drink before they did.

"I'm going to regret this..." Ned said as he picked up Virginia's cup to repeat the process.