The thought of eating bread and milk makes my belly turn. My father has always had it as a late night snack. When I was little, I remember him eating it at night, watching tv and slurping away. YUCK. Now, where my daughter gets it from, well... it must be from him. She loves it. Whenever Papa is slurping on it in his chair, she hightails it over, pulls herself up and jibber-jabbers until my dad shares. Her arms and legs get going to fast, she gets so excited. OVER BREAD AND MILK. Here are some photo's I just had to snap of her and dad sharing this odd treat.
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