One evening a few weeks ago, we at our dinner out on the front porch. With several laughing attempts we finally got the kinks worked out, we think. We started like this...with a towel to catch crumbs (Jimmy's touch), Owen using a "big boy" cup, and in the sunny sun.
But, after 2 cups of milk spilled within 2 minutes of eachother due to the wobbly table and naturally wiggly kiddos, complaints of the sun in their eyes--we removed the towel, moved the table to a shady spot, and switched to a sippy for the evening. At least we had a good laugh and enjoyed some yummy pizza :).