This morning we went to the play structure and had a great time, but there was one problem. Gramma got in a hurry while getting all of our stuff together. As a result, she poured me some milk and then fixed a bottle for my baby brother. We pulled on our coats and boots, climbed into our car seats and Grandpa drove us the Kingwood. On the way, I said: "Gramma Rosie, Drews not drinking his milk." Gramma said, "Oh it's okay." But I didn't think it was. When we got there, Grandpa said, "Drew drank all of his milk. Oh no, he poured it out." His bottle was empty and his car seat and the seat of the car were all wet. It seems that Gramma forgot to put the middle piece in the bottle which allowed Drew the fun of pushing his nipple into the bottle and pouring out his milk. On the way home, Gramma said she'd probably get fired, but Grandpa said after watching us race through the play structure, he was fairly sure that there was no one else standing in line waiting to take care of us, so she'd probably get off with a reprimand. I'm not sure what that word means, but I think it's like a "time out"
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