
I went to the grocery store Sunday and bought a half gallon of milk along with several other bags of groceries. Peter and I unloaded the trunk of my car and put the groceries in their places. On Monday night, Peter was planning to drink a glass of milk but could not find it in the refrigerator. We quickly concluded that I forgot the bag at the store or the milk had spent an entire day in the trunk of my car in the blistering heat of Baton Rouge. For those of you who do not live in south Louisiana, it gets ridiculously hot during a day at the end of May. Peter ran out to the car and returned with the milk in hand. So, I quickly said, I'll give you five bucks if you smell that." Without missing a beat, he responds "I'll do it for a 2 hour back massage." Of course, I did not accept because I knew I would be the one to clean up the vomit and give him a 2 hour back massage! Boys are so gross!


