"I don't like milk," Ed says firmly, "It's gross."
The little girl stares at him, horror in her big brown eyes. "N-not even with…cookies?" She whimpers.
The little blond boy pauses, thinking hard. Warm, gooey chocolate chips, sticky and sweet and oh, so good, with a stick in your mouth feeling that fades away, but leaves this weird taste in it's place…
"…Maybe with cookies." He concludes.
Beaming, the little girl continues to set up her pretty plastic tea cups and pot, while Ed goes to raid the cookie jar and Al drags the milk carton out of the fridge.