Minutes ago…

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?…

Got milk.