Overheard at 6 a.m. while Brett was comforting Chloe:
"Chloe, ugh, you have a milk mustache. And beard. You're a milk beatnik!"
To me, this morning, concerning the lack of milk issue.
Brett: You people drink milk like fish.
Me: Fish don't like milk, silly.
Brett: Of course they do, that's why there's no milk in the ocean. Duh.
I love my husband.