My Little Chocoholic
I have a stash of chocolate that I keep in an overhead cabinet in the kitchen. I thought it was safe there, but I have recently been proven wrong.
There’s this telltale crackle of the wrapping on my Symphony Bar. And my Dove Raspberry Filled chocolates. And my chocolate covered cranberries.
One that sends Julie running into the room every time.
“Mommy, I neeeeed chocolate!”
Inevitably, as I’m trying to sneak a bite of my chocolate crack to keep from having a brain hemorrhage, Julie’s huge brown eyes catch me.
“Can… may I have some chocolate pwease Mommy PWEASE?” It’s this little excited squeal that crescendos at the end. Without fail.
And I can’t say no. She’s just too cute. Even more adorable than begging puppy eyes. Arg.
I’ve created a monster.
February 10th, 2009 at 6:29 pm
Not a monster, just a chocolate lover like us!
February 10th, 2009 at 6:37 pm
I came so close to diving into a bag of chocolate chips last night. The only saving grace is that is was unopened. I can resist anything except temptation!