Brown milk

As we sat in the drive-thru line at Chick-fil-A, the boys were discussing what they would have to drink.

"What are you going to have to drink, Benjamin?" John Stephen asked. "They have milk and juice boxes."

"They have milk and juice boxes and brown milk, John Stephen," Benjamin corrected him.

"They have brown milk? Our friends have brown milk sometimes," John Stephen added as he started to think about it.

"Mommy, why don't we ever drink brown milk?" Benjamin asked.

"Do you know what brown milk is?" I asked him, feeling sorry for my poor children because I've never given them chocolate milk.

"No," they both answered.

"It's chocolate milk," I confessed.

"Ooooooo!" said John Stephen.