Chocolate is Evil

I suppose you all know about my friends news? Nic is preggers! I am happy for Nic and Keith, truly I am. It is a nice chapter in their love story. Did you hear the reporter ask them is it a boy or girl? Really? Are you that much of an idiot? I hope they don't get totally hounded by the media (yeah right!) and I am happy to hear the baby will be born Australian. That is the way it should be. That is the good news story of the day.

The embarrassment story of the day involves my daughter. We went to Kmart to get a booster seat for her and put the highchair out to greener pastures. In and out was my plan. The little angels got off the leash (truly, I am joking, however after reading this I must just invest in a couple!) and had fun darting around the aisle. Thankfully we only walked down one aisle to get it and return to the checkout. I got in the *slowest* checkout and stood waiting for ages. Which was basically a green light for the angels to play chasey.

When they had detoured around a stand or two, my brows started to furrow. Caleb comes walking out slowly and happy, is he eating something? Can't be. Zali then dawdles down the aisle toward me chomping. On a Freddo filled with chocie drops (like the kinder surprise type with goodies inside). You little ... !

I scooped her up, she had eaten the bottom of it, drat. I wasn't sure if she had eaten the foil wrapping or pulled it off. Drat. Well, better buy it now, I don't think I can blame rodents when she is caught chocolate handed. I look for the bar code. Um, I think she ate it. Maybe I should run her through the scanner! (Self, wonder how many Fly Buys I would get for her?)

Of course to be fair, I told Caleb to go and get one for himself. He takes off and comes back saying he can't find it. Drat. Off I go to grab it and get back to the checkout. I can't find it. How come little miss-bar-code-eater can find something that no-one else can. Drat. Obviously by this stage we have lost our spot in the checkout line. I am walking up and down the damn confectionery aisles looking for another green Freddo dude. Surely she could not find a one and only lonely Freddo. Just as I was giving up and heading to ask a friendly Kmart employee, I saw the green shimmering on the bottom shelf - prime taking for a 17 month old!

Yes, you may ask, why was I going to all this trouble? Two reasons. I had to take a bar code to the checkout, remember? And Caleb was *not* going to miss out. I tried to shake the contents out of half-eaten Freddo to share, and, erm, let me just say that wasn't an option. This was one instance where trying to reason with a jealous three and a half year old was the last thing on my mind with little miss-bar-code-eater getting chocolate over most of her face, not wanting to part with it and wanting to adventure through the centre and socialise with any child that came within sniffing distance.

Remember I said the Kmart visit was in and out? It was more like a comedy skit showing a frazzled mother wondering if having children was the best option or should she have gotten a guinea pig instead?

Thankfully there was a Gloria Jeans on the way out and I got me some caffeine. While waiting for my 'refreshment' I kept Miss happy with a plastic spoon and Mr occupied with the thought of helping to vacuum when we got home.