Yesterday, I noted to myself that this jug is already at the halfway point and that maybe I need to pick up another gallon before the end of my day. And as I thought this, I began pour the milk into my coffee and it fell into my mug like white stew. "What, WHA????"
me: "Oh, crap!"
me: "I can't believe this! I just bought this milk yesterday and now I have to return it to the grocery store because it's bad."
Ismail: "It's not bad."
me: "Son, it's pouring out in chunks . My coffee looks like it has quark floating in it. OH, THE HUMANITY!"
Ismail (audibly annoyed - remember I hadn't had coffee yet and could barely see past the mug) : "MOMMY! The milk is NOT bad."
me: "THEN PLEASE EXPLAIN WHY IT IS BROWNISH AND LUMPY????"
Ismail: "Because Randa squeezed an entire bottle of chocolate syrup into it and then poked marshmallows through the opening and shook it up."
me: "Cool. Rocky Road coffee."