Dad got a box of chocolates from my daughter for Christmas. Whoever planted it under the tree didn’t check the tags…so the chocolates got left next to the heating vent. We stuck the chocolate in the fridge to firm back up and didn’t think another thing about it.
Last night, I lost track of Daniel. Walk into the kitchen and notice the fridge door is wide open. Walk around the table, and see him standing in front of the fridge buck naked, wolfing chocolates as quickly as he could cram them in his mouth.
And I didn’t get a picture.
DOH!
Oh, man! That is too funny!!