Occasionally Bronte gets a chocolate milkshake in a small bottle. Those bottles are then filled with plain milk, and consumed on the way to kindy. Dad then takes the remainder of the milk and stores it at work with the intention of bringing it back to Bronte in the afternoon. But he always forgets. Always. So today, when Dad forgot yet again to bring the milk home, Bronte exclaimed:
"You are stuffing me around with those milkshakes!".
She is turning into the mistress of the one-liners.
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