When I was growing up (and probably still to this day), my Mom was a hot chocolate addict. We didn't drink coffee in our family for religious reasons, so I always wondered if this and her usual coke with lemon were her substitute ways to power through the day. I never could quite figure out why she'd always have a mug of warm milk in the microwave at the end of the day; always left in there from hours ago, just sitting there. She must have forgotten all about it - I mean, how could you honestly forget about a steaming mug of hot chocolate coming your way? It was madness.
It wasn't until I had a son of my own when I realized why that mug of milk was always left in the microwave...
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