Dear Izzy: Now we know that you and your brother love to drink out of the big measuring cup, so we got you your own because the more water you drink the better. But the fact that you see this one as something to play in does not bode well for its longevity. Mommy did not like cleaning up water all over the floor this morning or trying to dry you off while you attacked me. And I really didn't like having to throw the water outside because you left a spider cricket in it. You're a pistol; you know that?