The Sound of Chocolate Miiiirk

I picked the girl up from school yesterday. I had to stop by the bank before going home and thought that I'd pick up a few groceries on the way.
"No! I don't want to go in the grocery store! Please, can we just go home??" She shouted from the backseat.
"But, we're really low on milk, if I don't go, you will not have any milk with your oatmeal tomorrow. Would you be okay with that?" I asked.
"Yeah, sure sure, that's okay. I don't mind." She said firmly.
Not more than 60 seconds later....
"I want chocolate miiirk!" She cried.
"I just told you we don't have enough milk at home. I wanted to go to the store but you said NO." I just got cries and whails.
"Fine, we'll stop at the Big H and pick up a half gallon, but, no more whining or you get nuthin'."
That shut her up.

We walked in the store, picked up the milk when a bottle of Yoo-hoo caught her eye.
"That!! I want that!!" She squealed.
"Babe, that's not really milk, it's kinda watery, like a chocolate water, not a chocolate milk. I think it's gross...."
"NOOOOOOOOOooooooooo! I want it! I want that chocolate miiiiiiiirk!" She cried.
"Okay! but, I'm warning you, you may not like it."

We get home, get out of the car and I head upstairs while she starts playing with her legos in the den. "Are you making my chocolate mirk?" She calls from the den.
"Yeah..." I said under my breath--gosh, bossy bossy. I started to wash a few dishes and pull out her sippy cup while opening my mail. Yeah, I'm a multi-tasker. This is when the devil's child bounds up the stairs...
"Are you making me my mirk?" she said. "Yes, calm down." I snapped back.
"Well, it doesn't sound like you are! Sounds like you're cleaning the kitchen and opening mail!"

That landed her in time out. After, she got her "mirk", that Yoo-Hoo and you know what? She hated it.