At the Dinner Table

***I wasn't going to post yet until my brother finishes helping me with my blog mini-makeover, but I had to record this conversation before I forgot it.

Mommy: What do you guys want to drink with your pizza? (Don't judge me--we ate Little Ceaser's tonight).
Dane: I want water, with no ice.
Aidan: I want milk, with no ice. Hey, I've never tried milk with ice before.
Dane: Aidan, milk with ice is disgusting. The ice melts and becomes water, and water with milk is disgusting. It tastes like beer.
Aidan: I like beer!
Dane: No, you don't Aidan. It's so gross. It tastes like drain water.

(Sidenote: Brandon and I don't drink beer. We think it tastes gross, and honestly, if we feel like something stronger than diet coke with splenda, it's going to be something sissy like a wine cooler or one of those hard lemonade things. But I don't ever recall comparing the taste of beer to DRAIN WATER. So crack open a cold one and try not to think about the drain water or water-milk.)