We all have these moments, some more often than others, but we have all been there at one time or another!

Those bad parenting moments when you know you messed up but you just can’t seem to find a way out of it.

Since Easter there has been chocolate in the house.

Good chocolate. Yummy chocolate.

We tend to go quality over quantity here and focus on getting the kids the yummy stuff in restrained amounts instead of loading them up with the masses of bulk cheapo chocolate.

Which means, we have really good chocolate, in limited quantities.

My little dude was munching the tale off his Belgium chocolate bunny and, satisfied, decided to put it away for later.

I gently took the bunny from him and a little piece of his chocolaty haunch broke off in my hand.

In my efforts to tidy up the rough edge, even more broke off.

And I swear this is what happened.  I didn’t mean to break such a big piece . . . and then I had to hide the evidence . . . so I ate it.

I wrapped the remaining bunny into plastic and tucked it in the dudes basket.

The next afternoon he wants to nibble said bunny. He notices it is smaller (really there is hardly any left) and asks what happens.

I thoughtfully suggested that maybe a mouse got it (bonus of living rural!)

And then, the mom guilt as for the next 20 minutes he talked about how sorry he was for leaving the bunny where the mouse could get it, boy he hopes the mouse didn’t get sick, he promises he will never do it again, and all he wanted was to share the bunny with me ..  .

oh gawd,

guilt.

But . . . it is important for kids to learn from these things – right?

I suggested that next time he put the bunny in the fridge to keep it away from those pesky mice.

I didn’t come clean.

It was really good chocolate after all.