It's my chocolate and I'll eat it if I want too.

Christmas eve and we were a couple of presents down, so I headed into town. The weather was cold and grey and I walked into the superstore and bought three chocolate bars; nice ones, not your bog standards. I then walked home. My job had been done!

I returned home with my haul and placed the bars on the table. The children were sat at the table doing something. I went upstairs to the little boys room.

By the time I had come back down the stairs and got into the dining room the children had taken the executive decision to parcel out the caramel and dark chocolate bars and had begun to eat them. Well, one child had! The other one had begun the process of unwrapping the other bar.

The phrase I believe is 'flipping my lid'. Within seconds they were getting their shoes and coats on! As the light was fading and the day was becoming darker and colder we headed back to the superstore to replenish what they had wrecked.

The irony being that we passed the person for whom the present was meant to be given on the way to the store!

It wasn't mentioned!

The children are usually quite well behaved, so this was remarkably out of character. I imagine they have had too much chocolate!

I also don't think they will do it again!

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