Billy is not a fan of milk. We all know it. If it isn’t chocolate, don’t even bother.
We had German Pancakes for dinner tonight and I filled everyone’s glasses up with milk, except Billy’s. He got water.
Part way through the meal, Ricky begins gently talking to Billy. Kevin and I just listened and wondered where this kid came from. His speech went something very much like this,
“Billy, I think I know why you don’t like milk. See, you’ve only ever tried baby milk. That’s the milk with the red lid. Big boy milk has the brown lid and it is SOOOO delicious. That’s the kind of milk that I drink and Momma and Poppy drink. I really think you would like it if you drank some of the big boy milk.”
Not 30 seconds later, Billy finished off his water, held up his glass, and asked Kevin to pour him some big boy milk.
When he finished it, we asked him what he thought. His response was a thumbs up.
I wonder if we can harness Ricky’s ability to persuade and manipulate his younger brother and use it to our advantage more often?
(And to clarify the colored lids of milk..we get milk from the dairy and the bottles are the same for all flavors and varieties. Whole milk, which we give to the littles, comes with a red lid. The rest of us drink 1%, which has a brown lid. And, for the record, we’ve given Billy 1% milk since he turned 2. He’s never cared for it until Ricky’s little pep talk tonight.)