Julianna (she’s 8) chugs her milk, then extends her arm with the empty cup to me.
Me: What do I do with this?
J: More milk.
Me: No… “Daddy, May I have some more milk, please?”
J : More milk. (Begrudgingly) Please.
Me: Again… “Daddy, May I have some more milk, please?”
J (smiling and batting her eyelashes): May I please have some more delicious, cold milk, my wonderful and talented father?
Me: Now you’re just being facetious.
J: I don’t know what that means. But, more milk?
So, what did I do?…