…if she woke up and saw there was just this much milk left in the jug?
And she feels grumpy, off, and a little bit crazy if she doesn’t follow her routine of tea, newspaper, and two big bowls of Special K Red Berries? And her son's equally rigid ritual includes having ample milk in which to bathe his 6 at a time, yes exactly 6, Frosted Mini Wheats?
She’s alone in the kitchen.
She ponders, bargains with herself, justifies her position, takes this picture and…
shares it equally with him even though she knows it won’t entirely coat her first bowl, let alone her second.
She does not comment when he still has milk left in the bowl when he’s finished. But she does notice.
