Fudge.

I jumped in the shower without giving it a second thought. I brought E to the bathroom floor where I knew she'd play with her toys and H sat reading in his room.

Ten minutes later when E and I walked down the hall, H was no longer in his room but instead in the kitchen with a face like this.

"What's on your face?" I asked him worried that I knew the answer to that question.

"Chocolate." He said. "Yum! Fudge!"

Fudge as in my most favorite Christmas treat of all time? The fudge I just made last night??

Indeed he got to one of the blocks with his little hands.

Will I ever learn my lesson? Incidentally this actually happened last year too, though I'm not certain of where I happened to be when he got into it. Is there anything this boy doesn't get into; baby powder, vaseline, markers, baby oil and FUDGE?

H could most likely tell that my blood pressure was rising, my patience was shot because then he said; "I love you, mama, you're the most beautiful mama ever."

So instead of getting mad, I joined him in having a piece of fudge too. Compliments and chocolate are surely the way to this mama's heart.

But believe me that fudge is now out of sight and more importantly out of H's reach.

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