Chocolate Milk Makes You Cute

This happened a little while ago, but I never wrote it down, so . . . .

Davis and I often sit on the top of the stairs after he gets up in the morning, just to chat. You know, review how the night went, decide what to eat for breakfast, figure out how to attain world peace. One morning he was being especially brilliant and cute, so I asked him,

"How did you get to be so cute?"

He thought about it for a split second, then replied, "Because you bought me chocolate milk."

Sounds logical.

And just to show you how cute he is . . .