Huxley is drinking water from a sippycup. The sippycup is half full. But he’s been asking for milk.
“Huxley, do you want some milk now?”
“I want you to put the milk in the water,” he says, handing me the sippycup.
“Really? You want me to add the milk to the water?”
“I like milk water!”
I take the milk out of the fridge, and I open the sippycup. Showing him the inside of the sippycup with the water in it, I ask, “You want me to put that milk in this cup, with the water in there?”
“Yes. I like milkwater!”
So I pour some milk in the water. While I’m doing that, Huxley reminds me, “I like milk water!”
I secure the cap on the sippycup and hand it to Huxley, who says, “I like milkwater.”
Huxley takes the cup and wanders off, sucking on the straw.
A few moments of time pass.
“Daddy, you know what? You know what, Daddy?”
“What’s that, Huxley?
“You know what, Daddy? … I don’t like milk water!”