Sunday morning, I went into the kitchen to pour myself a cup of apple juice and to make me a scrambled egg fajita. About halfway through scrambling my eggs, I noticed Rocky shaking his head vigorously out of the corner of my eye. As I watched him, trying to figure out what he was doing, I noticed the gleam in his eyes. The gleam of a child who’s doing something he shouldn’t be doing but that was way too much fun to stop. This is what I observed:
He starts off my tilting his head back and squirting about a tablespoon of Hershey’s chocolate onto his tongue. Then he takes the milk jug and get a big ol’ swallow of milk. Then he lowers his head and begins to shake it back and forth. My husband, the father of my unborn child, the man I will spend eternity with, is making, dare I say mixing chocolate milk directly in his mouth…and loving every minute of it.
It was the strangest, oddest, yet funniest thing I had ever seen. Rocky had invented a chocolate milk machine. And I absolutely adore him for it!
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