Shuffling into the kitchen at 6:30 in the morning, I tend to do things in a rather rote way:  Grab coffee mug, pour coffee (that is ONLY made because I set it up to go off by itself the night before…GOD bless the inventor of THAT TRULY MOST AWESOME INVENTION EVER!) and then grab the gallon of milk out of the fridge and pour it into the mug, then drink delicious, caffeinated goodness that is my ante meridiem nectar.

Yesterday, I noted to myself that this jug is already at the halfway point and that maybe I need to pick up another gallon before the end of my day. And as I thought this, I began pour the milk into my coffee and it fell into my mug like white stew. “What, WHA????”

me:  “Oh, crap!”

Ismail:  “What?”

me:  “I can’t believe this! I just bought this milk yesterday and now I have to return it to the grocery store because it’s bad.”

Ismail:  “It’s not bad.”

me:  “Son, it’s pouring out in chunks . My coffee looks like it has quark floating in it. OH, THE HUMANITY!”

Ismail (audibly annoyed – remember I hadn’t had coffee yet and could barely see past the mug) : “MOMMY! The milk is NOT bad.”


Ismail:  “Because Randa squeezed an entire bottle of chocolate syrup into it and then  poked marshmallows through the opening and shook it up.”

me:  “Cool. Rocky Road coffee.”

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