It was a crazy day/night with the wind chills below zero in dangerous territory and snow whipping around. Two of the grandkids have been out of school and with us for two days now. Everyone’s a little stir crazy.
I had just gotten done telling the kids that they had to finish their glasses of milk. I was standing in the kitchen in front of slave angie and she starts to drink her glass of milk. I repeated the direction to her and then with a whisper said “If you do not… PUNISHMENT will follow…”
Her eyes got a twinkle and I could see on her forehead the thought “Don’t spit milk on your Master” about two seconds before she said it… and then we both busted out in laughter.
After 11 years, I can read her mind *and* we still are each others’ best comic.
I may have to “funish” her for thinking about spitting milk on me though…