Orange Tupperware

I was watering the plants this morning by using a one gallon orange Tupperware jug. It was handy, holding enough water that I only needed to fill it a couple times to complete the chore.

Me family has a history with Kool-Aid and that jug plays into it. I hadn't used that burnt orange plastic cylinder (I have an exotic description clause in my contract which must invoked from time time) myself in twenty five years. But back then it was our go to container for Kool-Aid. We mixed hundreds of gallons of all the various aromatic, fruity delectables (I've been behind on that clause and have to make up for missed opportunities) when the kids were small. At around 15 cents a packet and with a scoop or two of sugar plus tap water, it was a cheap way to add variety to meals and snacks.

Me son Charlie told me awhile back that a school friend of his, I'll call him young Cloyce just to give him a name (those contract clauses get away from you and lawyers have no sense of humor), loved to visit our house. "Your Dad makes the best Kool-Aid!" young Cloyce would tell Charlie. "Good and sweet!"

You know, I take far too much pride in that compliment. You need Kool-Aid? I'm your man.

Yellow tumblers

We had a lot of Tupperware as my family grew up. One item I remember getting a lot of use was a set of six ounce tumblers. They were perfect for small children as they had sipper lids for when thekids were learning to use cups. They were also a good size for older kids, six or eight years maybe, holding the right amount of milk or juice at meals.

They were red, blue, green, and yellow. And for reasons I can no longer remember, none of the kids ever wanted the yellow cup. They did not want it with a vengeance, to the point of trying to switch the cups at dinnertime place settings so they wouldn't get it. 

Of all the trivial things I had to anticipate dealing with as a parent raising children, making them use a yellow tumbler would have never been high on my list of potential worry. Yet it became an issue. It reached the point where we had to order our kids to drink from the yellow cup in turn. "Your brother had the yellow cup yesterday. You get it at dinner today!" was never the type of command I thought I'd waste parental authority on as a dad.

To this day I still have no idea what the problem was.