The first step to getting over an addiction is admitting your problem. I will freely admit that I am a chocolate addict. However, I don't want to get rid of this healthy addiction. The chocolate I'm addicted to is the sweet yumminess that is my child.
She is such a delicious chocolate and I cannot seem to get enough. I just want to hug her and squeeze her and kiss her all day long. I love her so much that I want more chocolate. More. Give me more. One sweet piece of chocolate is wonderful, but two pieces of chocolate would be even better.
Every time I see a chocolate baby on television I just want to grab through the screen and give that baby hugs. I can't stand those commericals where they show malnourished little African children and ask us to send money. When I think of the 150,000,000 orphans in the world I am sick to my stomach.
Can I have some of those orphans? Will someone send me just one? Give me another little chocolate baby. I want some more sweetness.
What happened to the days when you could just go to an orphanage, pick out a baby or two, and be on your way? Things are so complicated these days. It's either pay thousands upon thousands of dollars to buy a new baby, or wait months and months to be foster parents and maybe adopt through that-- if you're lucky. Geez. Talk about jumping through hoops.
I just want to go to the chocolate baby store and pick me out some more delicious chocolate.
If you find a store like that, please let me know. For now I will enjoy the sweet, beautiful chocolate that I have. What a perfect little morsel she is.
I dont' think I've shared this awesome story with you yet:
Lizzie was sitting with me the other day and she heard some reference (tv show maybe?) about black people and white people. She was amazed!
She said "People come in BLACK and WHITE?!?! What does a WHITE person look like?!!?!?!"
Me: "Well, what color does your arm look?"
Me: "good point. But you'd be considered a 'white' person.
Lizzie: "So what does a BLACK person look like?!"
Me: "You know cousin Brek?" (my gorgeous chocolate nephew, and one of my girls' favorite people)
Me: "What color is his skin?"
Me: "That's what people refer to as 'black'".
Me: "true. Did you ever wonder why Brek's skin is so much darker than yours?"
Lizzie: "no. I just figured when his mom was pregnant with him she spent a lot of time in the sun. So then when he was born his skin was brown."
Me: "that makes a lot more sense. Very good :P "
So Brek is our little suntanned baby :)
And regarding adoption: totally agree!
Yes please! I'll keep looking for that store if you will. We can go together!
Ahhh... I agree :) I WISH there was a store like that! I would've been there YEARS ago :)
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