Ben asks for milk, so I pull the gallon of milk from the fridge and get a cup to pour it into.
Ben: “No, not that kind. Don’t we have soil milk?”
Me: “Uh, no. I don’t think we have SOIL milk.”
Ben: “What?! But Mom said you borrowed some.”
Me: “Nope, buddy. I bought some almond milk though…”
He opts for the regular cow’s milk. But not the kind in the already opened jug. That stuff tastes funny. So I open the new jug of the Prairie Farms variety.
Half an hour later....
Abbie (my sister): “Don’t bite me!”
Ben: (laughing) “That’s the bestest thing a kid could do to a….teenager.”