Choc-O-lates

It's 9am. I walked into the kitchen to get a cup of coffee. Madge came running around the corner after me.

"Dad, don't eat my chocolates!"

"Madge, those are mom and dad's chocolates. We're simply sharing them with you."

A pause ensues.

"Dad, don't eat your chocolates."

What does one say? :) Thanks, Mimi, for the Christmas choc-O-lates. We love them!