His mother’s head dipped low and she said, “I know, Honey. I read the label on the vial that you put in the kitchen trash. After you left the kitchen, I put half of my milk into the glass of milk I poured for you.”
“Oh my God!”, Thomas said. “Do you mean you put some of the formula in my milk?”
“Yes”, said his mother sweetly. “You’ve been working so hard lately. I thought it would do you good. I only put half of the formula in your milk, I drank the other half myself. You worked so hard to make it for me. I thought I’d share it with you.”
“Do you understand what you’ve done?”, Thomas said in a tone of rising panic, “That medication was calculated to take thirty-five years from your age for a period of twenty years!”