Ghost Milk

We went to Hogle Zoo on Saturday. There was a definite Halloween theme going on: Monkeys dressed as zebras, elephants sporting rhino horns, you know, Halloween stuff.

Ok, that was all a bunch of lies. But there were lots of kids in costumes, and lots of booths for trick-or-treaters to bag oodles of tooth-rotting goodness.

One booth was giving away entire half-gallons of eggnog.

Egg. Nog.

So we took advantage of that, and purchased a jug at $0.00. What a bargain!

Take a close look at the picture. That’s a witch on the label. Witch or not, it’s a spooky picture, and Cordelia, seeing the jug in the fridge yesterday pointed to it and said: “Dost!”

“Ghost?” said I.

“Yes!” exclaimed she.

“That’s eggnog. Do you want some?”

“No egg! Dost Milk! Pease!”

Ok, so her English isn’t the best. But she makes herself understood, and she’s doing better. And honestly, I think “Ghost Milk” is a way better name than “eggnog.”