B "Stoooze peeze"
Mother (that's me), "B, you need to finish your milk".
B takes one sip of silk milk and sets her cup down, "Stoooze PEEZE."
Stupid Mother (that's me again), "B, all that milk needs to be in your tummy before you may be excused."
B pats her shirt, "tommy?" and then, in an instant, pours the milk down the front of her shirt. "Stooze peeze?"
Weeeeell.... No. That's not EXACTLY what I was suggesting, but it is EXACTLY what I said. I guess that's what I get for talking to a two year old like she's a three year old.