Who knows what brings back these long-dormant, random memories, but in my earliest years, while my dad farmed the land and my mom worked as a nurse, she sometimes left me in a daycare run by a local woman out of a home in town. One day at lunchtime, several of the kids she cared for sat around the table eating when one toddler adamantly demanded, "More milk! More milk! MORE MILK!".

Trying to remind him of his manners, the daycare lady prompted, "More milk what?"

To the toddler, the answer was clear. "More milk in my glass!"

And there you have the tamest humor you will likely ever see on my blog. Oh, fine. I'll change the end to "More milk in my muthafuckin' glass, bitch!" Are you happy? Another perfectly heartwarming story ruined by poopmouth.