There's something about a real drinking glass. It's smooth and heavy. When filled with iced tea or water from the refrigerator, it's pleasantly cool to the touch. When you put ice in it, it makes a satisfying clinking sound. And it never tastes of plastic.
I recently rediscovered the pleasures of real glassware. For at least 11 years, since Kid One started drinking from cups, we have been a plastic house. First the plastic cups that come with restaurant kid meals, and then souvenir cups from the zoo. Now it's mostly souvenir cups from sporting events -- White Sox, Cubs, Bears, even the Gary Railcats. Over the years we've even used and reused plastic party cups.
Plastic makes a certain amount of sense; it won't break and it's light enough for small children to control easily. That's why they use it for sippy cups (at least I assume so).
But even though we still have one in diapers (and are a long way from seeing the end of that), Big T, my husband, made the move to real glass earlier this year. This summer, I joined him.
Drinks, even the non-alcoholic kind, taste better. Sitting down with a tall glass of something cold feels more like a break from routine; it encourages sipping, not swigging.
So here's to drinking from real glasses. Maybe next year we move on to cloth napkins.
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