w'sup with the cup?

The first kid melt-down was over a cup. Aiming to pack light, I brought two travel mugs, an insulated cup filled with milk for Adam and a couple of sippy cups for Zac. Adam usually drinks his beverages at home from a selection of plastic cups. I had no idea how emotionally tied he is to his cups. So when he asked for apple cider at the picnic area, I poured it into one of the travel mugs and handed it to him. He refused to drink from it, demanding one of "his" cups instead. I explained that I didn't bring one of his cups and we only had this cup. He would hear nothing of the sort. He demanded, then pleaded, for his cup. I tried to placate him with a straw, but that didn't work. He cried and stomped his feet and wanted to know why I didn't bring one of his cups. It was unfathomable. There was no reasoning with him. He would not drink and he would not stop crying. So I poured some of the cider from the travel mug into Zac's sippy cup and I drank the rest, and that was that. Finally, at the hotel, I gave Adam a plastic cup from the bathroom filled with cider. He was delighted and drank two cups full. Lesson learned: Figure out what the real comforts of home are for your child and make sure you bring them along, or your cup may runneth over with tears.