
For Mother's Day this year, all the moms in our ward got giant Hershey's bars. I have, amazingly, been exercising the greatest of self-control and only eating a row at a time, once a week.

Well, yesterday I gave Clark a haircut, which was a truly terrible experience by the way and before which I told him I would bribe him with chocolate. And darn it all...I followed through and gave him a piece of my precious bar after the torture chamber was over. He wanted more of course, but I held firm.

Well, today I was busy doing something and Clark comes running in with a wider-than-usual grin, and shouts, "Mommy, I eat it!" Then I smelled it. His Joker smile smelled like Hershey's!!! The little devil. Word to the wise: Keep your secret stash a
secret!
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