Last Thursday

Every Thursday is the same, in fact every day of the week is the same for the most part. Richie, a busy young father, comes home to a somewhat frazzled housewife who he lovingly calls his sweetheart. They hurriedly gulp down dinner sometime between 5 and 6 when Richie switches hats and goes to a different job and Rachel, the previously mentioned housewife, tries to keep some piece of sanity in the last 2 hours before nirvana, otherwise known as bedtime.
She survives another evening of poop on the floor, one million "Wha Doo Mommy??", and relishes in the few hugs, laughs and smiles she receives in payment for her services. The natives are getting restless so she puts them in the tub to occupy their time, then gets jammies on, brushes teeth and starts reading stories when Richie walks through the door at 7:55. Scriptures, stories, songs prayers, lights out. Takes a breather.
"Hey Stranger!" Rachel says as she puts on her running shoes.
"Hello there Sweetheart! Ready to go to the gym?" Rich asks as he gives Rach a little peck on the forehead.
"I'm ready I guess. I'm exhausted. Remind me why I should go again instead of just watching a show with you??" Rach laments.
"Because you love going." Says Richie.
Eventually Rachel gets up enough motivation and makes her way through the door. Meanwhile, Richie spies a small glass of milk left over from dinner on the table. It's no secret Richie has a weak spot for ice cold milk. He grabs the cup, takes it all in in a single swig. Almost sent into convulsions he spews the milk into the sink and dry heaves a few times.
Rachel arrives home from the gym about an hour later and is met at the door by an accusing husband.
"What the heck was in that cup on the table?" He demands.
"What cup?"
"The small green cup."
Rachel thinks for a moment and then breaks into laughter so intense she can hardly breathe. Impatient for answers Richie interrupts her enjoyment and asks again, "What was in that cup?"
Rachel then proceeds to tell Richie how she had pumped a few small bottles for Gwen and put them in the freezer. However the storage containers she had them in broke after they fell out of the freezer so she put them in a small green cup in the fridge to thaw out without spilling everywhere. Earlier that night she noticed they were completely thawed out, so she threw away the little storage containers, leaving only what looked to be a small glass of milk on the table. She had forgotten to put it in a bottle.
Richie is still gagging. Rachel is still laughing.