Theft

So - after a healthy dinner of chicken, rice and peas, I served a lovely healthy (for the soul) dessert - we shared a Cookies and Cream white chocolate bar.  I took far more than Shae, you know, taking one for the team, keeping the food slum to a minimum.

Shae finishes her piece, and slides over the couch to me.

Gives me this wide eyed, serious face and says, "Maybe I should have yer chokate."

No smile.  No negotiation.

I started to giggle.  Because I LOVE that bar - and I know she thinks she's being reasonable.

She takes it from me, and I ask, "Why?"

She says, "Maybe you can have another t'eat.  OK?  You have a juice box."

THEN!

She looks at the chocolate, takes a bite, sneers and says, "HAHA!  I got yer chokate!"

Conned.