I had a whole amusing post written in my head about what happened this afternoon, when Barak discovered the half-pound Cadbury Fruit and Nut bar that a friend brought back from England and that was stashed in my bag for stealthy transport to my office. But Iyyar is asleep, and I am not in any position to waste any potential sleep time myself. So suffice it to say that Barak found my great big secret chocolate bar. He found it when I was not looking. He had a very glorious time with it, right there on the living room couch, my little boy who knows very well that a) we do not snarf food that we happen to find without asking Imma first, b) we do not eat anywhere but in the kitchen, and c) chocolate is a Treat, reserved for birthdays, Shabbos, and suchlike. So when he heard me coming, he put it down as though it had just come to his notice, put his hand on it, and looked up at me, face smeared with chocolate almost to the eyebrows, and asked sweetly, "Barak hold it chocolate please Imma!"
How could I be mad? I almost want to save the chocolate for posterity, baby-tooth marks and all.
2 comments:
Ah, the memories your blog delves up in my mind! My son #2 once put diaper cream(the white,thick,chalky type) all over his face-he said he was making a 'ween mask. Try getting that off without destroying a face!!!!
I hope you took pictures. I have pictures of my oldest with a brownie mix mustache. My husband calls it the pirate look.
I love this story!!!
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