Nestle’s Kitkat is a choco-coated wafer snack that my kid loves to crunch on. She loves it so much that should I just let her be, she’ll devour the entire 24 pcs. pack in one sitting. Of course I have her drink water right after each snack since, as if you don’t know, chocolates can cause cavities. So like any moms, I moderate how much she will eat and hides the rest in the cookie jar.
I always put the cookie jar by the side table in the dining room in order that I can easily access it when needed. Yessa can reach it by standing on her tiptoes but the jar is a bit heavy for her to carry and she can’t open it on her own.
Now Yessa’s cousins have come visiting yesterday and the kids had a blast just being kids. At times, cries of “mama” can be heard above the noisy racket they were making and we adults would take turns sneaking a quick look to see if they have discovered the art of killing yet. Thank goodness, Hezbollah won’t be hiring them for now.
Just to give you an idea, the kids are ages 8 years, 4 years, 24 months, and 16 months old.
Among them, the 8-year-old is the lone boy in the group. He has elected himself the girls’ leader, president, king, you get the drift. They were having the fun of their young lives.
Going back to the pack of Nestle’s Kitkat, Yessa has only eaten 4 pcs out of 24. I’m sure you know arithmetic and have figured out how many pieces there were left. 20, that’s right.
Another information: our family loves to eat chocolates. The eight-year-old boy would consume whatever chocolates he could put his icky hands on. So would the little girls. But so would my dad, my sis, my sis-in-law, my brother and me. I especially love dark chocolates. Yummy.
So the kids were left to themselves with their games and we adults were busy with the food, the talks, and what-have-yous. After dinnertime, everyone left and we had the house back to ourselves.
After putting Yessa to sleep, I had a little nap and woke up at midnight. Feeling a bit hungry, I decided to indulge myself with a midnight snack. I grabbed the cookie jar expecting it to be full. Imagine my surprise when I found it contained NOTHING. NADA. ZERO. ZILCH.
Not even an empty wrapper was left. I looked, yet there were no kitkat wrappers in the trash bin.
So where did all the chocolates go? Obviously, to somebody’s stomach. haha!
To whose tummy (or tummies) did it went?
I think I know who dunnit; and tomorrow I will know for sure.
For the meantime, would anyone care to venture a guess?
