After Sydney visited her mommy and Paityn in the hospital, we were on our way home and Gramma Tammy offered to buy McDonald’s for dinner. Sydney said she wanted ice cream and black milk. I have no idea where the black milk thing came from. She may have had chocolate milk at one time, but maybe only 1 time in her life, and it was probably a long time ago. We asked her what black milk was, but she didn’t describe it – she just kept saying she wanted black milk. We figured she meant chocolate milk, so we got that for her, and she got to drink it on the way home. The whole way home she kept talking about her black milk:

“I love black milk”
“The sky is black, and my milk is black”
“Black milk is not bad for me”
“Do you like black milk too?”

When we got home and she could see her milk, she looked in and said, “Hey! This milk is brown, not black!” Not really sure where she’s seen “black milk” before, or where she ever heard of that, but her heart was sure set on it!