I poured the kids each a glass of Santa milk with their breakfast. We later ran some errands and returned home early afternoon. I could hear Hayes and Hawkins talking excitedly and giggling about "Santa milk jello" from the kitchen. Detained at the moment by an infant with a bottle, I could not get up to inquire. However, once the opportunity arose where I could investigate, I marched into the kitchen. The only evidence left behind of the Santa milk jello was
a ring of curdled custard in the bottom of a Christmas cup from this morning's breakfast
and a moustache on a quite content toddler. Yum! Yum! The five year old had already fled the scene.
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