If only...

Cohen was this tame all the time! Unfortunately, he is a little monster. He loves to growl and get into everything possible.

My little monster needed some nourishment a few nights ago and I offered him his favorite, milk. I accidentally referred to his bottle as juice. As soon as he heard "juice", he was gone; he wanted nothing to do with it. I even tried to get him to taste it so he could see it was milk. After a few minutes, my monster started to whimper at the fridge. I knew he wanted his milk, but he still wouldn't take the original bottle I gave him. Luckily, I am smarter, for the time being, than my little monster. I put the milk back in the fridge and pretended to get a new one. Little did my monster know, it was the same bottle as before. This time, however, he took the milk with no argument because I knew to call it milk, not juice!