The problem with having young children is you just can’t devour a chocolate bar without being noticed.
The other day, I gave my kids a healthy after school snack of apples and wheat germ. Then I planted them in front of an educational television program and scurried back to the kitchen, whereupon I opened the pantry and proceeded to stare inside.
I noticed a chocolate bar.
I took that chocolate bar and began to unwrap it with the stealth of a sniper. I even paused my breathing. The first velvet bite was mere inches away from my mouth when two small humans, about yea big, materialized behind me.
“WHAT ARE YOU EATING MAMA?”
Lickety-split, I tucked that chocolate bar into the elastic waistband of my yoga pants.
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