Sass

"Miiiiiilk!"

Zach absentmindedly hops up from his computer chess game to get some milk for the toddler.

I look up from the bowlful of canned spinach, peas, and chicken I'm spooning into the twins' faces (suckerrrrs!) and my brow furrows. "Mia- there's a nicer way to ask for milk."

Zach pauses at the fridge. Mia notices this and chastises me impatiently. "He's already getting it, so be quiet!"

And here's where our discipline always fails.

"Baaaah ha ha ha ha!"