Oh Brother!

As far as I can remember I have always disliked milk.
I really don't know why,  it's not as if I am allergic to dairy as ice cream agrees with me quite nicely.

I wasn't until Mothers Day weekend the mystery came to light.

My eldest brother and I arrived at our parents house on Whidbey Island to attend a funeral for our sister's father in law who also was a very close family friend.

He was a respected Admiral in the Navy and his funeral services were like no other I have ever attended.

To say the least, it was a very busy weekend of family, friends and secrets that finally found their way out of my brother vault of mischievous deeds.

The topic of milk came up at breakfast and Sam, my brother, asked if I still don't like milk.

I'm sure he would have to rethink his mental data on his social experiment he conducted on me 49 years ago when I was only 7 years old if I replied, Oh yes! I love milk now.

But that wasn't my answer.  No I don't and I don't even know why.

I do, He said.

All eyes were on Sam. My dad, mom and I watched a grin stretch from ear to ear transforming his face into that of the Cheshire Cat.

His confession began.

When we lived in Kodiak mom gave me the chore of setting the table each night and filling the glasses with milk. I decided to taint your milk with spices from the cabinet.

I would find salt, sugar and other ingredients to put in your milk that you could taste but not see.

When you complained about your milk, I offered to taste it before anyone else to prove there was nothing wrong with it. 

Once I added pepper and you screamed, see there is something in my milk!!! I knew it!!!  

But it landed on deaf ears.

It's finally nice to know I wasn't the crazy one all those years ago.

My 10 year old brother obviously was in his own sort of Wonderland where his 'reality was just different than mine' 

One can hardly be 'Mad' now.....can they?