Not that milk . . .

Taryn asked for milk last night before bed. I was nursing Jenna and couldn't get up, but told her she could have some milk. She looked at me and pointed at Jenna and said, "Not that milk! I want Daddy milk!" We call the milk in the fridge "Daddy milk." It was everything I could do not to laugh so hard I shook Jenna off. And this coming from the child I never thought would wean!