Gimme a White Russian, Hold The Russian.

At an all-you-can-eat buffet, my nine-year-old was excited to find a chocolate milk machine. But her aunt did not approve. “Chocolate milk for dinner?” she asked.

“It’s delicious!” said my daughter.

Her aunt shrugged. “Well, its 8 a.m. somewhere.”

Nichole Vikdal, Yucca Valley, California