I was eating supper tonight, and went in to get some milk. Lydia had the van today and was supposed to go to the store - but didn't.
There was enough milk for half of a glass.
Very disappointing, but I got over it.
Then I ran out of milk and the sky fell.
I said loudly in a pouting voice full of grump and whine, "I want some more milk!"
Anne said, "I'll go get you some."
I replied, "There isn't any more."
"Oh," she replied, "I just thought you were bein' lazy."
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