I am trying to be a good mom. Really, I am. So I try to hide my addiction to chocolate from Kenzie. I run to the kitchen when she's supposed to be playing and sneak a handful of chocolate chips (the only chocolate available) and she comes up behind me, "Mommy, what are you eating?"
"Nothing," I mumble, my mouth full of the now melting chocolate.
Already, she knows me too well.
"Mommy, I want some chocolate."
