Yummy Chocolate

School has started, so I am trying to as efficient as possible. Mornings can get hectic with a little baby, and because he's not on a schedule yet, I have been preparing things ahead of time such as food for Amara's lunches. I make a few sandwiches, get some fruit cups prepared, some jello cups prepared, bag chips for the week and pour juice in her lunch box bottles. When morning comes, all I have to do is grab one of each item and put it in her lunch box and off we go. Since that was working out so well for me, I started making Luke's morning cup of chocolate milk the night before. He has been known to start the day as early as 5:30. Well, Tuesday was that morning. He came walking down the hallway that morning, stood by my side of the bed and said "I want my chocolate milk." I thought no problem, it's already made, I don't even have to get up. So I said, "Luke, your milk is in the refrigerator, you can get it all by yourself." , and off he went. I hear the refrigerator door open, he gets his milk out, and then a few other noises? I'm thinking, maybe not such a good idea, but he comes running back to me and says, "mommy, I have jello." I'm so tired that I say "great, don't forget to get your spoon." So off he goes to get the spoon, and then he comes back and says with great enthusiasm, "It's chocolate." So, I remember that I also had some pudding in the refrigerator, and this is what I see when my eyes come into focus. That's one good looking mustache.