It was absolute torture because I kept saying, "no more pictures!" and my hands kept getting freezing cold. [Editor's note: No, my children are not perfectly willing blog victims all the time, but they do play along more often than not]
These things are called ice cups. They are ice but they're like cups and so pretty much they're ice cube cups. I got them for my birthday. I also got ice straws for my birthday and I really like them.
Daddy, when he was drinking, he got a dribble cup. That's why there was some Shasta and it was falling out of his cup because there was a hole.