Room Service

She's taken to coordinating our milk runs.

"Okay," she said the other night. "Okay daddy, you out my room. My here. I 'Milkie!' You bring milk my room!"

"Alright, Goose," I said, "Sweet dreams."

I shut the door, walked to the living room and then:

"Daddy! Milkie!"

Back I walked to deliver milk to a very smug little girl.

She does this with her mother too.