This morning, I went into the kitchen to make my usual morning smoothie and Noah was watching some TV, as school is out for summer and his friends hadn’t started ringing the doorbell and banging on the front door.
Me: Did you finish your breakfast?
Noah: Yes. Can I have some milk?
Me: Sure. Bring the dishes into the kitchen.
As he brought his plate in, I poured him a glass of milk. I took the plate.
Me: Here’s your milk.
He turned and walked back toward the living room, without the milk.
Me: Noah, here’s your milk.
He turned back to me and said:
“Oh, I thought you gave the Vashta Nerada the milk.”