Winter is not much into eating rice. He lives by drinking milk.
We live in a small house where he can see the ref in his every move. And every time he sees the ref, he would ask for milk.
Specially now that he discovered his Ate Summer's fish drinking straw from the plane.
Ish! Ish! Psa! Psa! - that's Fish, Fish! Milk, milk! for Winter.
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