My husband was putting the toddler to bed with a sippie cup of milk. Not just any milk. Raw milk. As he filled the little cup he asked me if my friend would be OK with us giving her son this milk. I know my friend trusts me with her children, she also trusts my decisions ( like the fact I would never give them NyQuil, but believe me I've been tempted) So I said "of course ..its fine...its good for him."
Dave walked the little one over to the couch, and handed him his sippie cup, and covered him with a snuggle blanket. He took a long drink from his cup and got a very confused look on his face... Then I heard this...
"Dave? come here."
"What's up little dude?"
"Dave? What's dis?"
"That's milk"
"Das milk?"
"Yes little guy....das milk"
"OK Dave"
It was one of the most precious conversations I've ever heard.....and yes he loved it. He later came into the kitchen and asked for more of "dat milk".
Dat delicious raw milk
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