Chocolate Milk was the big treat this weekend. A puppy dog look and polite, “please” from a well behaved three-year-old at the store on Saturday melted my heart and I bought a box of Nestle Quick Mix.
Everyone had a glass when we got home. Through out the rest of the weekend, the content of the box quickly disappeared. On Sunday, I was making a glass for the 20 month-old when Daniel walked into the kitchen.
Daniel stood for a moment watching me stir the mix into the cup of milk.
Suddenly he interjected, “You know mom, I prefer mine shaken not stirred.”