Dear Miya,
The other night I was privileged to sit in on this conversation:
You: "I'm finished my dinner. May I be excused from the table?"
Daddy: "Yes, you may."
Daddy: "Wait, what about your milk?"
You paused and contemplated this question.
You: "Daddy, my milk can't talk."
Thank you for educating your dad on the glass of milk's limitations.
Love,
Mommy
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