Accuracy in descriptions does not hold high precedence in the life of a pre-schooler or his mommy.
So I asked him which kind he wanted.
"Not the yucky brown chocolate."
That was a different description. He'd never called it that before. I clarified with him, and determined that he did not in fact want the yucky brown chocolate but did want brown chocolate milk.
I finished what I was doing and went out to the kitchen to prepare his milk.
I always put his milk in a little cup with a lid and a straw. As I passed by the coffee table in the living room, I saw a discarded, nearly empty, milk cup, probably from the day before, sitting on the table.
Ah, the yucky brown chocolate milk. Oops.