Today I am grateful for the fact that my dad loves to drink milk. At the dinner table tonight, Mollie was itching to get down and refused to drink her milk as a result. I told her she couldn't get down until she drank all her milk, and still she sat there. Finally, I told her that she would never grow up to be tall like Grandpa E (a dream of hers) if she didn't drink her milk; I told her that he loves milk and drinks a lot of it every day (which is true). After gathering up another dish, I turned around and her milk was gone!
Just like that.
Hey, you know milk ... it does a body good.
Have a wonderful night!