Chocolate milk. One of the best snacks known to man. Fill a glass about a quarter the way up with thick, chocolatey goo, fill the rest with milk from that plastic jug and then give that delicious concoction a whir.
So easy, a child can do it. {Well, the chocolate syrup to milk ratio may be
But the point is, chocolate milk is delicious. And I missed it.
You see, when Marmy decided to healthify {it's a word, google it! ;} the kitchen, one of the first things to go missing from the fridge was the beloved chocolate syrup bottle.
"But, Marmyyyyyy..." came the chorus of whines.
"No. Absolutely not. That stuff will kill you, and I'm not any kind of a good mom if I keep buying it."
Of course, occasionally we'd figure out how to smuggle a bottle in every once in a while when Daddy took us grocery shopping.
But, for the most part, I've been suffering from chocolate milk deprivation for a very long time.
Well, that is until this morning, when Marmy introduced her new and healthified version of chocolate milk.
