Maybe it's peculiar. Or maybe it's understandable due to the symptoms of Charlie's disease. I think I have a drinking problem. There, I said it.

"One milk coming up," I'll tell my daughter, and then proceed to fill her cup a miserly one-third of the way- unsuitable for even the most parched mosquito.

She looks at the cup incredulously. Like I'm joking.

Ben, the 2 year old, is lucky if I give him anything to drink at all during the course of the day. But I can't keep playing this game forever. Eventually, he'll learn how to pronounce the word milk.

"Sorry, Ben, more malk? I don't know what malk is. Is that Czech? Sorry, pal, can't help you if you're not gonna speak English." (READ MORE)

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