Some of you may recall the other stories I have posted about this particular sister. This is the five year old who turned a mouse into a unicorn.
Yesterday, she came tearing into the kitchen where I was baking banana bread. She told me, "Evelyn!! I need a milkshake!!"
In a teasing voice, I asked her why she NEEDED a milkshake.
"I drank something sour!"
I thought that maybe somebody had left day-old goat milk in the fridge or something, and asked her if it was milk.
"No! I don't know what it was, but it was HEALTHY!!
"
Heaven forbid that this child consume something that's good for her.
Turns out Mom had bought some kind of health drink that Elizabeth wasn't too fond of.
What I find so amusing is that in her mind, forget what it tasted like, it was HEALTHY. The horror of it all.
Yesterday, she came tearing into the kitchen where I was baking banana bread. She told me, "Evelyn!! I need a milkshake!!"
In a teasing voice, I asked her why she NEEDED a milkshake.
"I drank something sour!"
I thought that maybe somebody had left day-old goat milk in the fridge or something, and asked her if it was milk.
"No! I don't know what it was, but it was HEALTHY!!
Heaven forbid that this child consume something that's good for her.
Turns out Mom had bought some kind of health drink that Elizabeth wasn't too fond of.