Yesterday, I wanted to see what my dear, little number 5 thought of the vanilla flavored rice milk I had bought for a house guest of ours. The first taste took her aback.
She looked at me and I told her it was sort of like milkshake (meaning you have to shake it before you drink it and not in the traditional sense of the term).
She took another sip and said, "shake?"
"Yes," I said, "that's right, shake."
"Shake-a-booty?"
Poor innocent sweetness. Ruined by her 3 year old brother and his cohorts.
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