For as long as I can remember my Mom had little stashes of chocolate all over the house. Sometimes it was candy bars, sometimes it was m&ms, sometimes it was chocolate chips. I may have picked up this same habit somewhere along the way, and I have a little stash of chocolate chips in my room. Sometimes a girl just needs a little hit of chocolate, is that so wrong? Only problem--this morning I was found out. I was doing dishes in the kitchen and when I came out Maggie was like this:
How does a 5-month-old who can't move get a hold of a bowl of chocolate chips??? Answer: One very smart 18-month-old with a chocolate covered face:
There was a small tug of war over the chips, Maggie didn't want to part with them:
And neither did Amos:
What can I say? None of the apples fell far from the tree.