Bubba's Milkshake

Bubba was in the kitchen, again.  (And no, it wasn't with his helicopter!)

"Mama, I'm going to make a milkshake!"

I looked at the kid.  "Do you know how?"

"Of course, Mama.  It's easy!"

I let him go to town on it.  He pulled out the blender.  Then he grabbed some moose tracks ice cream, blueberry yogurt, ice cubes, milk, and...orange juice.

"Bubba, are you sure you know what you're doing?"

"Yes, Mama.  I watch you do this all the time!"  He dumped it all into the blender and pressed the "blend" button.

I crossed my arms and leaned against the wall, watching this most interesting spectacle.

When he was finished, he got a glass and poured his concoction in.  He took a swig.  He wrinkled up his nose.  "Mama, I think you bought a bad batch of yogurt.  This doesn't taste right!"

Of course.  Blame it on the Mama!