Okay, that title isn't entirely accurate.
And by entirely, I mean at all. I had chocolate last night and it was...ohmygosh, heavenly.
But, all of Sunday, and most of yesterday, I didn't have chocolate in an attempt at being a good mother. Chloe projectile vomits and I think I've narrowed it down to chocolate and/or she's potentially possessed.
"I need an old priest and a young priest."
Anywho, I had no idea how well trained my hand was at reaching for that choclatey goodness. I'd say I'm a black belt at chocolate eating. And to think, only a few years ago, I didn't even like chocolate. What. Went. Wrong?
So, I begin anew today. NO CHOCOLATE. I mean it. Even though it's not like the child isn't gaining any weight or growing at an inappropriately fast rate. Little butt.