A case of the Mondays

Like many people I REALLY hate mornings. I am not really all that crabby about my dislike of them. I am just sad about having to get up before I am ready. And when I say sad, I mean really sad.
Part of why I am sad is that they are trying to wean me off of my morning bottle. Apparently the doctor is trying to feed them some line that the bottle is bad for my seven teeth, which I heard are going to fall out anyway!!! So I am supposed to be completely off of the bottle by my next check-up. Mommy, being the over-achiever that she is, really wants to make this happen. I am resisting however by acting REALLY sad about it. Mommy is weak against the incredible powers of my small head shaking no at the cup they try and offer me, and hearing my sweet voice whisper, "Baba??"
Don't get me wrong... I like cups. They are perfectly good for things like juice and water. Milk, however, belongs in a Baba. Anyone out there want to back me up on this one??