Sunday, May 25, 2008

Spicy milk

I don't known why I am thinking of this today other than Ella just go over a day and a half of worshiping the porcelain god named Ralph. I am super proud that she is now able to hug the toilet when puking rather than just screaming in her bed or in front of our bed while puking. Any way her sickness reminded me of food poisoning and a funny story of when Ella was just old enough to say full sentences. She was maybe 2 years old when we had at the house Daddy milk=rice milk, Mommy milk=1% and Ella milk=whole milk. Ella looks up at me while drinking a glass of milk and says with innocent curiosity, "What kind of milk is this dad da? It's spicy!"
It was rotten milk is what it was.

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