Jas: Did you have your milk?
me: yes
Jas: Oh (as he is making his cereal)
me: You can use up the rest of the milk if you need to.
Jas: No, I don’t like the last part of the milk.
me: What?
Jas: It gets nasty at the bottom of the jug.
me: Why would you say that? Nobody puts their mouth on the bottle.
Jas: The bottom. It just does – and I always end up with the last part of the milk. How is that?
me: We save it for you, Jas. We see that it’s getting almost empty and say – I am going to save this for Jas. Yep. That’s what we do. (He found us out. It’s a conspiracy against him and the milk.)
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And you know that is truth, because I have nothing more important or captivating going on in my world so I definitely have time to calculate when the milk is about to run out – and strategically save that last 8-10 ounces for him every time we go through a gallon. Which is about twice a week. Yep. And I was wondering why I haven’t had time for other things like: counting the seeds in the jar of pickles or how many layers remain on the onions in the pantry. Where are my priorities? Now I know.
The world can be a better place… the mystery has been solved for Jas and his milk debacle.
Find yourself…keeping it real.
