Milk for my son

A woman at our interactive advertising agency had recently returned
from her maternity leave when she sent the following e-mail:

"Whoever used the milk in the small plastic container that was in the
refrigerator yesterday, please do NOT own up to it.

I would find it forever after difficult to meet your gaze across a
cafeteria table whilst having a discussion about java applets or
brand identity.

Just be aware that that milk was EXPRESSLY for my son if you get my drift.

I will label these things from now on, but if you found your coffee
tasted just a little bit unusual this morning, you might think about
calling your mom and telling her you love her."