Oh yeah, the boy drinks Sprite

My kids are visiting my parents in Alaska for the next few weeks. I sent my daughter an email wishing her a wonderful time and all. In it, I also did the obligatory Dad thing and went over a few of the rules, but I figured I’d throw in a chuckle at the end so it didn’t seem like I was just lecturing. Leave it to a child, however, to provide a bigger chuckle in return.

Amidst the well-wishings, I wrote:

Don't forget that you still have to mind your manners. No arguing with your brother. And don't try to get him to laugh milk out of his nose, either.

To which Emily replied:

Dad, Alex doesn’t drink milk, so you don’t need to worry about milk coming out.