Candi(e)d Confessions...Blogging Marathon 2014 Post 11

Hi, yet another of those quick-fix posts for today. In any case, not that I am going to be disappointing anyone majorly, right :P.

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Ours is a chocolate friendly house, there is usually a small-ish stash of chocolate in some safe place. Normally I am the one privy to its secret location. The lure of chocolate has tested me and my self-control many a times. I have always been found lacking. I am, a recovering chocolate addict, if there is any such thing. I go to chocolate first, next and last. I am guilty of eating up an entire Toblerone, over the span of a few days, piece after delectable piece, but without sharing it with my little ones. Yes, that is Mommy guilt for you.

I don't keep candies at home. The kids have been told that they are sticky and not good for the teeth and one can expect ant attacks if you have them often. To which, they reluctantly agree. The candy section is one aisle where I linger too often, only looking, you see.

Read more of the story here at Parentous.

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  1. Aparna13 January 2014 at 12:23

    I think you handled it just right.....I probably would have done the same...and I would been just as disappointed as you at their behaviour:) But as long as they learn something from it, it's ok. They're kids after all.

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    1. Chatty Wren13 January 2014 at 13:37

      Agree Aparna, they are kids after all! And except for that goof-up they've done generally better in the face of temptation after that.

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