Hi, my name is Annalie, and I’m a chocoholic
April 11th, 2009
A couple of days ago, this colorfully-decorated package arrived on our doorstep. (Okay, mail doesn’t arrive on our doorstep, it arrives in the mailbox by our gate. Though this package didn’t even arrive there, our mail carrier walked it around back and left it by our garage. Our mailman is thoughtful like that.) We noticed it as we were leaving to go out to dinner, so we took it with us and opened it at Boston Market while we were waiting for our food.
It was an Easter package for Annalie! Her cousins Brett & Leo made these signs for her and her Aunt Dana packaged them up with a cute stuffed frog (promptly christened “Froggie”) and an assortment of Easter goodies including sour apple edible Easter grass, neapolitan chocolate eggs, and a chocolate bunny.
We all tried the edible grass, curious what it would taste like. Annalie thought it was just okay, but Troy and I quite liked it so Annalie generously told us we could have it. It sorta has the texture of a rice cake and is mildly sweet. What Annalie really wanted to eat right away was one of the Neapolitan chocolate eggs, which were flat egg-shaped candies with layers of chocolate, vanilla, and strawberry. She ate one the day we opened the package, and another the next day.
This morning she asked me if she could have one of her chocolate eggs. Distracted by a phone call from a friend, I said that was fine. Sensing my distraction, she asked if she could have two chocolate eggs. I said, sure, go ahead, and went back to my conversation.
Ten minutes later I was off the phone and leaving the bedroom when Annalie walked up to me and said apologetically, “Mom, I have to tell you something. I accidentally ate ALL my Neapolitan chocolate eggs that were left.”
I sighed. “Annalie, why did you do that? I hope you don’t get a stomachache now. How many did you eat?”
“I dunno. I think there were…twenty-ten?”
“Well, you can’t have any more candy or sweets for the rest of the day.”
“Okay. I’m sorry I ate them all without asking you but…they were just so DELICIOUS I couldn’t stop eating them!”
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Oh Annalie, I have the SAME problem. At least they were delicious!
Hi, My name is Lauren, and I’m a chocaholic.
It has been 2 hours since I ate my last easter egg.
(And there are still more in the house).
I hope you didn’t get too sick from eating all that chocolate Annalie.
Annalie! You are a girl after my own heart. We have the exact same problem here.
I love that she always ‘fesses up when she does something she knows she probably shouldn’t have ;-). She’s a great kid!
I love that she ate them “accidentally”. We accidentally eat chocolate all the time around here. Oops! …did it again!!!
Did she end up having a stomache ache?
Cute story!! Adorable princess! :)
So cute. I love her explanation. I, too, hope there was no stomachache.
Lol, what a great kid, telling on herself like that.
And I accidentally eat way too much blackberry cobbler….But fruit is healthy right?! At least that’s what I tell myself. Constantly.
Omg. I love those chocolate eggs. I stocked up and have like 10 bags hidden in my apartment. I can’t blame ya girl, I can’t blame ya at all.
TEN! Yikes! I have a stomache thinking about it.
psst. Then again, I just ate ten meringues…
Did you get a tummyache? I ate a cupcake with jellybeans and little grass that we can eat on it today. I’m at Grandma and Grandpa’s house. I miss you. How are you?
Love, Christa
Confessions of an Accidental Chocoholic. Hee. I love it!
Bethany – I love your title here!!!