And I'd like to go back to bed, please.
I woke up to find I could only breathe through one nostril (the left, for the curious) thanks to a forgotten dose of allergy medication last night.
Wiggle Man wanted milk. I managed to spill it down the front of my cupboards and onto my feet. Then, of course, the sippy cup I poured what milk did not end up on the floor into seemed to have a stuck straw.
Rather than fight the sippy cup, I took the opportunity to let Wiggle Man use his brand spankin' new Thomas cup.
He showed his appreciation by informing me he wanted "Green milkie."
As in, 'Nice try, lady, but bring me the green cup.'
As if.
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