Sun, 6 Aug 2006
Chocolate dreams
Clare just enquired whether I had cut myself this morning. A strange query, I thought, so naturally my answer was, "No, but why?"
The towels appeared to have smudged patches of something indistinct, rather like dried blood. Perhaps one of the boys had cut themselves. However, there had not been any tears explaining such an event, and they certainly would have made demands for our sympathy; none of which was requested. So it wasn't blood. Clare then declared it to be, forbid the thought, "Poo!"
How to confirm such a declaration but smell the offending smudge. Nope! Chocolate it is was, raising bemused smiles for us both as we recalled events of last night.
Both boys had been quite tired and Ewen pretty much stayed in his bed, except for following Iain to take another sip of water. Watching NCIS a little later, we heard muffled footsteps wondering around upstairs. We both felt it was likely a loo run, and that it would stop.
It must have been about ten minutes later when the footsteps were more pronounced that I felt a need to investigate their origin. To my surprise, there was Iain just inside the bathroom. His shock at discovery was momentary, before painting a broad grin across his face. The grin had company ... a face full of chocolate and an explanation that he wanted to clean his hands and face. In other words, remove the evidence of a chocolate bar.
He had obviously tried to remove some of on the towels, hence the smudges. I was slightly bemused at his discovery of chocolate, which I thought to investigate further. It had been located on a bedside cabinet in the spare room, well within his reach. And he had taken the opportunity! He knows what he wants ... chocolate dreams.
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