Zeke asked for a drink last night and I asked him what he wanted. He said Chot Chot Milt (chocolate milk, of course)
I told Brandon I thought it was so cute the way he says chot chot milt.
Zeke looked at me and very carefully, with a pause between each syllable said chot....chot....milt. He thought he was saying choc....late....milk and looked at me like "that's the way you say it...not the way you were saying it!"
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