Chocolate

Obsessions with chocolate must start at a young age.  The moment those kids taste it, it's all over.   I saw evidence of this, this morning.

Me:  "Are you going to finish your cereal?"
Edee:  "Hmmm.  Chocolate Muffins!!!"
Me:  "Chocolate muffins?  Mmmm, yummy, that sounds good!"
Edee:  "Yeah, yum, Chocolate Muffins."
Me:  "Well, we don't have any of those" (I don't think I've ever made or bought chocolate muffins, not sure where this is coming from).
Edee (calling out): "Chocolate Muffins?!  Chocolate Muffins?!  Where are you?" (little pause) "Awww, Chocolate Muffins aren't here, yet."
Me (wishing summoning chocolatey baked goods was that simple):  "Nope, sorry, no chocolate muffins."
Edee:  "Hmmm.  Chocolate Cereal!!?"
Me:  "We don't have that either."
Edee: "Aww."

She wiggled down from the table, leaving her plain, un-chocolatey cereal to get soggy in the bowl, and started playing with her toy lions almost immediately.  I overheard a little of their conversation as they gathered around a little plastic cup, "drinking" from it.  It went something like this:

Lion 1:  "Mmmm, chocolate milk!"
Lion 2:  "I wove dinking chocolate milk."
Lion 3: "Slurp slurp slup....chocolate milk....yummmm."

About an hour later, when I thought the whole chocolate matter was forgotten, I was asking Eva what she wanted to wear for the day and she replied, "Um, chocolate chips?"

I understand.  When chocolate is on the mind, it's hard to think of anything else.