"Mom, I almost threw up looking at something." It was Caleb's turn to clean up the kitchen. He had attacked the dishes piled in the sink, but a minute later he walked into the study where I was addressing an envelope.
"It was a bowl of oatmeal with chocolate milk and apple juice in it." He made a face as he paced back and forth on the rug, "It was disgusting."
I assured Caleb that, since I do that chore every day, I know exactly what he's talking about. To his credit he did buck up and finish the job.
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