Ramona pulled her cup of milk from the refrigerator and, as she did so, spilled a little bit on the floor.
"Oh, Mommy!" she cried, "I spilled some milk!"
"That's okay," I said, grabbing a towel. "We'll just clean it up."
Then, as Ramona looked down at the floor to survey just how much how spilled, she tipped the rest of the cup and the rest of the milk went flying.
"Oh!" she said, looking up at me in surprise. "I was just startled by my drinking problem."