Powdered Milk?!

Okay, so after some serious reflection, my friend Shanae (who I'm kind of convinced is my twin that I was separated from at birth... it's fine) and I decided that parents think they are so sneaky. And granted, they have their moments of sneakiness. The whole Santa Claus sham bamboozled me for years. But then I wised up. So props to them for most of thier sneakiness, but sometimes it just gets out of hand. You know what I am talking about. Reflect back upon your childhood. Remember that time that your dad thought it was a little ridonculous that you HAD to have that bottle of evian water, so being the thrift, frugal, and sneaky father that he is, he fills up your old evian bottle with tap water. He presents it to you with a smug little grin, thinking that he has won this little round. But hold that happy thought, Dad. We can taste the difference between tap water and the mineral water straingt from the pristine peaks of the French Alps. Nice try, Dad. And to all of his conspiring and planning, all you have to say to him is, "Wait, what? Why is this tap water?" Or how about that time that you poured yourself a glass of milk to wash down that good ole' PB&J sandwhich. You taste it, and instantly your stomach curdles, becuase it tastes like no bueno mac & cheese. And that just won't fly. So after rinsing that rancid taste out of your maouth, your inform your loving (and apparently sneaky) mother that the milk is bad and you just threw it out. Upon hearing this, instead of a smile and a simple "thanks," she kind of goes ballistic and tells you that it wasn't sour, it was powdered milk. Too this, you in turn go ballistic, and wonder aloud, "Why are we drinking powdered milk??" Do they really think that we won't taste the difference? I mean really, come on. Take that sneaky parental fiends. We caught you. Can't pull the rug out from our eyes. Thank you, and goodnight.