It's like these children want milk EVERY DAY and not only that they want it FIVE OR TEN TIMES.
I can't go anywhere without them following me and the little one is always crying and putting on a show of looking tiny and shrunken. As far as conversation, it's always, "more milk, more milk, more milk."
Never anything about me, what am I thinking or would I like a Nutter Butter, or isn't my Clouseau mustache getting more and more charming, or my goodness what a pretty day. No, just more milk more milk more milk.
"THERE ISN'T ANY MORE!" I finally told them and the farmer went and got some milk from Cherry and gave it to the teeny tiny one and finally I had a moment's peace.
Then the FARMER checked to see if I had any more milk, like now I am going to feed three ravenous children and also a FARMER, and then the farmer said, "Well, maybe we can go down and get Penrose."
Penrose is the miracle milker.
GOOD IDEA! I yelled. GET PENROSE!!!!
2 comments :
Certainly a good idea. We don't have a Penrose here, so the human was bringing bottles to our triplets. Hope things go well for you.
It's your own fault for hanging out with a buck in the first place, and then refusing to listen to the voice of experience when your mother tried to tell you what would happen. Tsk Tsk.
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