The Milk She Called Wasteful
Language: en
At the end of the year, I came home late from work with a few bottles of premium milk and some fruit the company had handed out. Ethan loved it. He kept telling me how good it was. I laughed. "Of course it's good. That's ten dollars a bottle." My wife heard me, and her face changed in an instant. "Oh, that's wonderful. You get ten-dollar milk at the office, and your son and I are only good enough for the cheap stuff?" I stared at her. I hadn't even drunk any of it. I'd saved it to bring home. No matter how I explained, she wouldn't let it go. Finally I lost my temper. "I make a…