I have never been a fan of egg-nog. It may be somehow related to me not liking olives either, but something from my childhood must have been missing and I do not like the stuff.
Not so for Tammy, and apparently it’s a gene that can be passed on. The boys love this disgusting drink. I picked up some for Tammy the other day and she pulled it out for the boys after breakfast. Of course, giving it the name ‘Christmas Milk’ will make any kid go crazy, but they were just gulping it up.
At least now we can use it as a bribing tool right?
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