this morning #1338.

this morning, one of us was completely covered in melted chocolate. head to toe. it definitely wasn’t me. when i first woke up & went into the kitchen, i found him like this. prone on the linoleum floor. limbs akimbo. countless candy bar wrappers scattered wildly all around him. i lifted up his arm to make sure he was still alive. let it drop back down. he let out a low groan. mumbled something. all i could make out was “sorry, mommy.” i choked back a laugh. told him to get up off of the floor. as soon he’d stood up, he hugged my legs & started sobbing. somebody learned a valuable lesson about moderation today. i hoped & prayed that that lesson would stick.