So, when I go to Starbucks, I usually let Ava get a box of vanilla milk. She is CONVINCED that it is actually chocolate milk (because it's sweetened, I presume), and every single time she gives me grief about ordering the wrong kind of milk. She then triumphantly announces after taking a sip that it is indeed "chocolate" milk, not vanilla milk like I "incorrectly" ordered.
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