Necessity is the mother of invention.

And I’ve provided ample opportunity to test that axiom.

Mom has chronicled my difficulties with eating and drinking. I can now drink from a straw or sippie cup. This is a huge development. But it’s so new, that Mom hasn’t tweaked the diaper bag packing regime.

We were out shopping the other day when I made the sign for drink. I put my hand over my head and begin squeezing the air. Sort of like I’m milking a cow. An air cow.

Unfortunately, Mom had no sippie cup for me. But she did have a 60ml syringe. Mom uses these syringes to push medicine into my G-tube. An idea was born.

Mom found a water fountain, started the stream, and pulled up a syringe full of water. She handed it to me and I enjoyed a cold, refreshing drink. We got a couple of stares from other shoppers. But the problem was solved. And another one created.

Because now this is my favorite way to drink water. I can drink at my preferred, controlled rate with breaks to fling the tube around like I’m fencing an invisible opponent. I signal for refills by banging it on my tray which is effective, non-verbal communication.

Perhaps I will switch to a more traditional fluid delivery method in the future.

But Greta and Angela have plans to buy me a hamster water bottle for my birthday.