Chocolate Radar

My daughter Booklover has been able to smell chocolate since the day she was born. Seriously, “chocolate” was one of her first words. It should have been her middle name. I can almost NEVER sneak into my stash of chocolate chips without her hearing either the squeaky cupboard door (which must have a squeak that is distinguishable from all my other squeaky cupboard doors), or the crinkle of the chocolate chip bag.  She knows the difference between the sound of potato chip bag crinkles, nut bag crinkles, and chocolate chip bag crinkles. She can smell chocolate on my breath from ten feet away.  This would all be okay if she didn’t subtly demand that I SHARE! So then I grudgingly give her a few, maybe a dozen. (She says the most I have ever shared with her at one time is eighteen.)  But I have three other girls who like chocolate, too.  Now then, since we live in a communist house, and everyone in the house has to have the same amount, all the kids have to have some.  Isn’t there a rule somewhere, that girls don’t need to have chocolate until they reach puberty, and that moms are not obligated to share their chocolate until that time??  After all, they will be dependent on it for the rest of their lives...