My dad doesn't drink milk plain.
He never has. His reasoning is "I was weaned once."
He drinks chocolate milk. He drinks hot chocolate. He puts milk in cereal. He eats all other kinds of dairy.
But, I have never, in all of my 23.5 years seen my dad sit down and drink a glass of white milk.
It's odd, I know, but lovable.
My mom, however, can't remember this fact. If we're ever eating something where milk is complementary, she asks my dad if he too would like a glass.
When he gives her his flabbergasted face and says "No," she always says "Oh, yeah. I forgot you're not a fan of milk."