100 gazillion!) that's unimportant. Just know that the glass was indeed dropped and shattered into BILLIONS of teeny, tiny, incredibly sharp, bits.
(that's about HALF the pieces)
This is all blog-worthy in the first place because, honestly, it's mind-BOGGLING how a glass would ever manage to break like that.
I've always given K sips out of our own glasses, so when he started holding his own cups, I naturally offered him whatever we had around. And, mostly, that meant cups made of...well...glass. We even use glass jars as water bottles. So, we've had our fair share of breakage, but NOTHING like this explosive shattering!
And, did you catch sight of that floor....yeah...it took a good hour to find all the foot-scratching shards and pick them up. Piece-by-piece.