So I came home this morning and the man randomly says, " either someone has been eating chocolate on my side of the bed or I poopied my pants in my sleep." I snorted and chortled and almost could not catch my breath. He laughed and I said that will be my next blog, so here it is.
While he was gone I ate a few chocolate chips in the bed and a couple must have gotten away from me. Sorry about that. If his jammies were stained it was from the outside, not the inside. I though Sweet Sassy Molassy would like to know that.
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i don't need to know about dad's skidmarks nor do i need to hear the flimsy story you made up to explain them. ha ha!
How much are "a few chocolate chips"? Are we talking handfuls or bagfuls.
I plead the 5th
ha ha ha-that's awesome.
if it **was** chocolate, then I'd say they were "hershey squirts" not "skidmarks".
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