Our kid loves dairy. In any shape or form. But she especially loves milk. She drinks it by the gallon...and doesn't care if it's chocolate, strawberry, plain, soy, at the bottom of a cereal bowl, or what. In that respect, she is 100% her father's daughter.Her first words in the morning aren't, "Good morning mother/father. I love you ever so much!" or "What a glorious day. Thank you for bringing me in to this world!" Ohhh no. We usually just hear her yelling, "MILLLLLLLLK!" or "DRINNNNNK!" (by which she means milk) from her bedroom. And God help you if you aren't quick to comply. Tantrums ensue.
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