“I even poured him a glass of milk. Call me domestic.”
“There is no use on crying over spilled milk, just pour yourself another glass.”
“The sound of the ocean breaking our silence was like chocolate syrup poured into a glass of milk, dispersing into awkward dark clumps while waiting to be stirred.”
“Careful, Edmund,” I said. “She eats guys for breakfast.”“Should I pour milk on meself?” Edmund asked me, and grinned.”
“Don't pour beer like milk.”
“I spilled more times than a glass of milk on a roller coaster.”