Husband: (Tilting back bottle and gulping)
Me: Hey! Where did you get that! You can't drink that in the car. What if Ryker saw that?
Husband: I bought it. Want some?
Me: Hell yeah! Pass it over. But pass it down low so Ryker can't see what it is.
Husband: Here. Don't hog it!
Me: (Tilting back bottle and chugging) Man that's good. I needed that.
Husband: I know. I love chocolate milk