Blogger Mum on the Run shared what happened when she grabbed the wrong treat out of the pantry….
Laura shared how last night after a big dinner, she felt like she needed some good chocolate.
“I sat next to my husband at like 10pm after finally getting the kids to bed and told him “I NEED chocolate”. He looked at me and said “what do you want me to do about it?”
“I was outraged and kicked him out of the house.. no. Just kidding. I just began to sulk and tell him all the pros of me eating chocolate and cons of him not getting it. I know I could have just gone myself, but it wasn’t the point. I started to do that annoying quiet to high pitch tones that toddlers do when they don’t get what they want… like giiiive it to MEEEEEEE, and they sound like a pterodactyl. I was the pterodactyl, flapping my wings and head butting him but he still wouldn’t budge.
“After arguing back and forth, I said “well, screw you!! I’m gonna raid the pantry and find some and if I do, I’m not sharing ANY!”
“I knew there just had to be some in there, we always have some, like sometimes we even forget about it. I know, it’s weird but it happens.
“I looked up at the top of the pantry, where food goes to die… because we forget about it, also I’m short and can’t see it. I basically kill myself peering at the back
“And I saw it. The holy grail, mother nature’s poo poo, the cocoa bean, wrapped in foil. It was smaller than what normal chocolate looked like, but you know, chocolates chocolate right?
“I run down stairs and dive onto the bed, feeling pretty smug. My husband looked me a little shocked, then confused… “I found some” and waved it in his face, and shoved the whole thing in my mouth. He looked more confused and I said “oh don’t worry, I won’t be sharing”
He looked at the wrapper and smiled.
“I said, “I don’t know what you’re smiling at”, with a mouth full of chocolate…
“His smile got wider and wider and he looked at me like he had won the lottery. I swallowed it and noticed it tasted a little funny, and then it fricken dawned on me.
“And my darling husband, as if to read my mind laughing so hard he could barely speak, said “oh yes…that wasn’t chocolate… it was laxatives”…
Today’s been fun guys.”
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