I had a random realization that I am getting hardly any calcium. Mainly because I’m not a big milk fan. I’ll go through spurts of liking it okay, but on the whole, it’s not my favorite.
However, I do love some chocolate milk. I just usually tell myself that it’s too fattening for regular consumption. However, since I need the calcium, and I got 1%, I justified that the benefits outweighed the calories.
I had decided that I wasn’t going to let Ali try my milk, because she DOES drink milk very well, and I didn’t want to “ruin” it by introducing her to a much yummier form of milk.
I didn’t know how I was going to address it with her (certainly not by calling it “chocolate” milk), but she thankfully took care of that for me.
Yesterday morning, I got our breakfast together, then poured her milk and my milk. I got to the table, and she pointed at my milk and said, “Mommy’s BROWN milk”, with an air of disgust.
Yesssss. This is going to be easier than I thought.
So I agreed and said, “Yes, this is Mommy’s brown milk. Here’s Ali’s white milk!”, and she was perfectly satisfied.
Last night, she asked Chris to get her some more milk. He went into the fridge to get it, and said “Wow, SOMEBODY’S been getting a treat!!”
In slow motion from the other room, I scrambled to get the words out, “DON’T SAY THE “C” WORD!!!!”
Chris: “Oh. This is YOUR milk??”
Ali: “Mommy’s BROWN milk.”
Another blown cover averted.