Warm milk

I felt very domesticated today, baked cake, made bread, cooked dinner, vacuumed and ironed. Walk before breakfast was dry, but afternoon walk very wet.
Daughter and grandson round for dinner. As soon as he arrives he asks for milk, warmed in his cup.
After dinner he was sitting on the little stool and then start pushing it into the kitchen, when he didn’t come back I went in and found him trying to warm his milk in the microwave.
Daughter brought me some beautiful flowers for Mother’s Day.