Ruth has a memory like an elephant. If we bring home a box of cookies or a chocolate bar and put it in the cupboard she knows it's there and she'll ask about it until you tell her it isn't there anymore. The other day she was quite exasperated by the lack of chocolate snacks in the house. Jake offered her a granny smith apple. I suggested raisins or dried cranberries. Oh no. Not good enough for little Miss Ruth. Not good enough at all. The chocolate love appears to be genetic.
Who keeps taking all the chocolate then, Mommy?
Why, that would be the chocolate fairy, Ruth.
Who is the chocolate fairy?
She's a tiny brown fairy with wings and at night when we're asleep she pushes herself through the holes in the window screen and eats all the chocolate. She can't help herself, she loves chocolate so much.
Jacob?
Hmmm Ruthie?
Is Mommy the chocolate fairy?
Possibly, honey, possibly.
