The other day, in the midst of garage sale prep, I arrived home to find on my doorstep an enormous, heavy box. It was my Werther’s box! Huzzah!

I belong to this site called Houseparty which allows you to apply for parties in which the company gives you stuff to give to your pals. In this case, 5 cases of chocolate, which worked out to 60 bags, 30 each of light and dark Werther’s chocolate caramels. Which are, in fact, pretty good; a brown fuzzy blanket (which I WON’T be needing, thank you very much) and like 16 post-it notes bearing the Werther’s emblem.

So many chocolates and so few guests (they told me to invite at least 10– but that’s still a lot of chocolate). Hmm, this means I had some left to try!

It was then I found out what a sneak my 3 year old is.

After being told to not eat any more and putting the bags away (as much as I could; there was limited room with the sale and chaos) I heard her chastising her brother. “Ethan, Mom said not to eat more chocolate! No more candy!”

Her tone was odd; even odder; Ethan wasn’t responding to her haranguing as he usually does, by telling her to be quiet or shouting.

I went into the room and saw her on the floor, unwrapping Werther’s and eating, wrappers strewn all over. Ethan wasn’t even in the room. Her plan, obviously, was to eat them all and blame her brother.

Oooh, damn. Am I in for a world of trouble.

The Werther’s are all safely ensconced/given away at party/eaten by friends now.