On the airplane, as the stewardess approaches with the drink cart...
Youngish mother sitting next to me: Sam, honey, what do you want to drink from the nice lady? You can have whatever you want, sweetie boy!
4-year-old Sam: Milk, mama! I want milk!
Mother: Honey bear, you already had milk twice today. I think it's time for some juice. How about juice, sweetie?
Sam: Milk, mama! I want milk! You said I could have anything I wanted!
Mother: You can, baby! You can have anything you want. As long as it's juice.
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Boy, sometimes I feel like that's what Mother Nature is saying to me: "You can have anything you want, Akeeyu, as long as it's not a baby."
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