The scene: The three of us sitting at the table eating dinner. T gets up, goes to the refrigerator, opens the door.
ME: Ooh! Will you please pour me a glass of milk too, T?
T pulls out the water pitcher.
T: I'm not pouring milk.
He gets out a glass, pours himself a glass of water and returns to the table.
ME: Oh.
A quite minute passes. MT gets up from the table, goes to the refrigerator, opens the door. A moment later, MT puts a glass down and pours me a glass of milk.
MT: I'll pour your mom a glass of milk, because that's the kind of guy I am.
My hero! <3
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