My sweet husband bought me this box of Godiva chocolates over the weekend. (One of the perks of his attending meetings at a hotel connected to a mall is that I get nice treats like that when he goes. I also got a new watch, which I desperately needed!)
I ate about 4 pieces of the chocolate the night he gave it to me, shared one with my sister, and then put the box in a safe place in the car for the 5-hour drive home from Birmingham. Even when we were stopped in traffic on I-20 for 2 extra hours due to a bad car wreck, I pushed away the urge to eat the entire box out of frustration...
When we got home, I put the box on the kitchen counter instead of hiding it. I was tired, but I should've been smarter about the placement of the chocolate. I should've been thinking that it was quite possible, NAY, probable, that my kids would get into the box.
Sure enough, the next day my children came to me with chocolate breath. I thought they had gotten into their Halloween candy. It wasn't until I found the box with its ribbon removed that I realized what had truly occurred.
When I found the box, there were two lonely pieces still in place.
I'm at a loss for words. Yes, they were punished, but I don't think it sunk in. I secretly hoped that they would get a very bad stomach ache, but alas, they did not.
Sigh. At least I still have the ribbon. I can use that in my scrapbook, but it ain't chocolate.
I guess I didn't need the extra calories anyway.
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