The genie looked surprised. “That wasn’t exactly what I had in mind”
Having been blessed with a new baby sister, he, too, insisted on drinking milk from a bottle, and he was very specific about which bottle it would be. And it was bedtime, and I couldn’t find it anywhere. (My husband has the distinct privilege of being out all day with other sane adults and wasn’t available to rescue this damsel in distress.)
Finally, I located it. Under the couch. It was full of green stuff.
I expected it to smell when I opened it, but instead, the haze of green stuff floated out of the bottle and hovered in the air. It twinkled, shimmered, and coalesced into a glittering green genie who stretched, rubbed his eyes, and rumbled, “Thank you for letting me out of that bottle.”
I stared at the genie. I really need to get more sleep.
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