Colette just woke up from a good sleep and whined, “you didn’t get me my chocolate milk.” We had discussed on the way home that I would make her chocolate milk just like Uncle D2 makes, but she fell asleep on the way back to his house.

She whined a couple time, and I fell for it. Dragged my booty out of bed and made her chocolate milk, only to return to a sleeping beauty.

Here I am, awake. Because 1) I made her chocolate milk and 2) someone had to drink that chocolate milk so it didn’t go to waste while she is sleeping and 3) my belly is unsure that I was the right person for that job.