the healing powers of chocolate

It’s been raining and raining and we’ve all been inside, a lot, maybe too much. So, yesterday afternoon, the kids were fighting and I was crabby and let’s just say none of us were being very kind. My answer to these situations is usually the same, a Monty Python, And now for something…completely different.

“Hey, kids, want to make some of that chocolate goop and watch some Spiderman cartoons?”

Screaming, cheering, etc. A much better sound than the bickering of a few minutes before. We get our supplies, mix up the goop, and settle in to wait for it to cook with a good round of Scorpion vs. Spidey.

Here comes the moment:

A bit later, we’re eating chocolate stuff and Sophie says, pure sincerity on her face, “There is nothing better that friendship, happiness, and chocolate.” And then she looks at me and says, “And you, mama.”

See that puddle on the floor? That’s me. She sure has her priorities straight, doesn’t she?