chocolates

It was eerily quiet one morning, which is an immediate alarm for a mother of all boys that something suspicious is going on. I found two-and-a-half-year old Gunnar in the playroom with a ring of chocolate around his lips. I surveyed the room looking for clues and found none. I walked through the house until I spied the dining room chair placed perfectly next to the buffet. Exactly where the box of Neiman’s chocolates lay. I walked over and peeked in the box. They looked undisturbed, which made me curious. I decided to investigate by eating one. Upon further inspection, I discovered it had been taste tested on it’s bottom side. And then put back into the box! I looked through each one. They ALL had been tested! I ate my piece, then looked from the box to Gunnar and back again. Several times. It looked as if he was formulating some sort of defense, prior to questioning.

“Gunn, did you eat some chocolates?”

“I just smelling, mom.” 

“Your hand and your mouth agreed many years ago that, as far as chocolate is concerned, there is no need to involve your brain.” ― Dave Barry