Thieves + chocoholics = terrible and horrible parents. This is us... my Dear Husband and I. Terrible and horrible parents. Between the two of us, together and separately, we managed to clear out most of our children's Easter chocolate stash. At one stage in Dear Husband's life, this sort of stash would have lasted almost a year. I suppose the disturbed nights and the strict set-a-good-example-eating-habit-thing have led to us to this shameful point... ... Sneaking in chocolate treats behind pantry doors while supposedly looking for something healthy for the girls to eat. ... Breaking up a chocolate egg in front of the girls and giving them only a part of it. And then shamefully finishing it off at night and breaking another egg so that they would not know that we had finished off the original egg. ... Catching a glimpse of a shiny glittery wrapper in the bin and accusing Dear Husband of indulging, when I was putting my own shiny glittery shameful wrapper in...
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