My mom mentioned a while back that she wished she’d gotten a little pitcher when I was a young elementary-schooler, so that I could get myself breakfast independently. The milk jug was too heavy for me to manage, and that meant someone always had to help.
Well, it seemed foolish to not fix this problem in the second generation, so we did some web searching and turned up a cute Tupperware pitcher that we filled with milk.
Overheard, while I was lying in bed early one morning:
Q-ster, in a proud voice to his little brother, “Do you want to come downstairs? I can get us cereal for breakfast!”
And then I went back to sleep.