A Small Saturday Incident

Our little one has a penchant for swishing her milk/water/juice around in her mouth for minutes on end before finally swallowing it.  That particular sound has always bugged the hell out of me and is up there with the old fingernails-on-a-chalkboard and the voice of our current President.  So, this morning, while sitting at my desk, she goes at it with a mouthful.  I tried to ignore it, but, the liquid swish was just grating on my nerves.

"Lu!  Swallow your milk!", I say.
"That's not milk, Daddy", she replies after swallowing the swishable contents.  "That's a Zone Bar."