The kids had left the table while the adults finished dinner. Sarah came running back to grab a last sip of chocolate milk before Mommy whisked the dishes away. She gulped greedily, with a little sparkle in her eye, until suddenly, her face turned sour and she quickly put her cup down.
"I don't like the meat," she whined pitifully.
"But you're drinking chocolate milk, silly." Sam and I were confused. Our guest was too lost to laughter to comment.
"But my choc-o-late milk has meat in it." We all stared at her.
"Oh." Seems she wasn't very careful with her stuffed pepper stuffing.
"I don't like the meat."
"Okay, Sarah. You don't have to drink it."
She turned to her Daddy with a sweet look on her face.
"Daddy, you like meat?" She held her cup up for his enjoyment.
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