Thursday afternoon I entered Ricki’s room, and she hurriedly thrust about 10 grams of chocolate into her mouth, and handed me one 25-gram square from the 200-gram bar of cooking chocolate which she had apparently snitched from the kitchen.
I quickly investigated, to see if any had STAYED in the kitchen, but none had. I thus deduced that she must have downed a full 175 grams of chocolate.
The problem is that this same incident, in almost identical fashion, had occurred the week before. Somehow, at that time, I was delusional enough to dream that expressing my displeasure would be enough of a deterrent. Thus, I repurchased a bar of chocolate (to have on hand for cooking), and had left it in the same closet.
Well, holidays are over, so I can postpone purchasing baking supplies. But when I do, believe me, the chocolate is getting displaced to a HIGH kitchen cabinet.