David asked me if he could have a glass of milk; what kind of mom would I be if I said "no" to that request? I asked him to get the milk out of the fridge so I could poor him a glass. It's a fairly new gallon, and we keep it on the door. He tried for about a minute, then said:

"I need help. My muscles are huge, but the milk's muscles are huger huge."

No dillusions of grandeur from this kid.