Milo lives occasionally in a musical. During these periods, much like Japeth in Hoodwinked, he must sink everything he says. Today is a snow day (happy sigh, I went back to bed after checking the school district website and slept another three hours till 9am) and the boy is in great spirits. So I heard warbling up from the basement a song about drinking chocolate milk and going to talk to mom.
I made a deal. You guys get naked and get yourselves dressed in clean clothes, then I'll get you the chocolate milk.
Ben is still trying to reopen negotiations, but I'm sticking to my guns.
Jill delivered the girl scout cookies I ordered. I have girl scout cookies. I have yarn. I have . . . no real need to leave the house!