I love "mulk." At the rate I'm going, osteoperosis is one word that I won't be hearing from my doctor when I'm 70. Mommy has to limit my "mulk" intake. You know, money. That's hard to accept. Give me my "mulk, my blankey, and Mommy's lap or hand, and I'm one content fella. And, if milk needs a new, more relatable picture for its milk ad, you know where to find me.
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