I have a whole routine when it comes to breakfast. After my shower, it’s grab a bowl, grab a spoon, grab cereal box, pour milk into bowl and replace milk in fridge, carry everything over to the computer. Sprinkle a layer of cereal over milk, eat until gone, repeat sprinkle/eat until all milk is gone. (I hate soggy cereal.)
Lloyd doesn’t eat cereal during the school year, he just grabs a cheese stick and a piece of fruit to eat in the car on the way to Lincoln. In the summer, though, he’s been known to eat some Special K Strawberry – and leave the milk on the table.
ARRRGGHH! He’s eating it right behind me. Doesn’t he know that that gallon of milk is losing degrees by the second? I hate warm milk! What if I want a glass of milk!!?! Grrrr…. Can’t he feel my angry typing?? How on earth is he going to know that milk can’t be out of the refrigerator longer than 30 seconds without going rancid???
I know – I’ll tell him.
Lauren: “Please put that milk back in the fridge. It’s getting warm.”
Lloyd: “Do you know where this milk started out?”
I can’t help being crazy.