My four year old RePete, decided that she needed to share her chocolate bar with me. Only problem is...I was asleep on the couch. I had a pool of melted chocolate in my chest cavity, melted chocolate on my middle finger like it had been painted, melted chocolate all over my thumb, on my neck and on my right eyelid.
I asked her how it had gotten there. "I don't know". "I wanted you to eat it".
I told her that sooner or later her impish smile and "I'm Sorry" would no longer work, even if it does right now.
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