Can I make you some breakfast?

So, I offer to make scrambled eggs, bacon and toast for breakfast this morning. Alex wants only toast with jelly. Grape jelly. OK, I can handle that. Being the good grandma, I go to the frig to get him some milk to go along with the toast. I noticed a glass with a built in straw in there with milk in it. I assumed it was left over from a previous meal. Alex drank it without a word. Later when Sarah looked for the formula she had made up for David's next bottle, she discovered I had served it to Alex. Poor kid.