Sprung, Chocolate Boy

Yesterday evening a strange noise was emanating from our kitchen as Anthea and I sat watching television in the lounge room. It sounded like a large rodent was in their, scratching around. We didn't know where Callum was, but suspected that our large rodent may have in fact been a large baby. We also knew that Callum has a habit now of sneaking into the kitchen and making his way to both the pantry and the fridge. Imagine our surprise when we entered the kitchen, turned on the light, and saw the above sight.

Being genetically bred from both myself and Anth, it is not unusual that Callum would have inherited our chocolate gene. We didn't think it would have activated so early on. The signs had been there. We should note that Chocolate Ice Cream has been devoured in the past. In this case it wasn't your normal milk chocolate. It was the hard stuff. Dark Cooking Chocolate. Specifically purchase for chocolate mousse.

As you can see, that bitey taste wasn't going to stop him. He was going hard. His pupils had dilated. The taste was on his tongue. In his throat. Warming the cockles of his heart. He'd spread it across his face, and it wasn't Vegemite this time. It was sweet sweet chocolate, and god dammit he was going to get his fill. You would have thought he was a large rodent when I tried to take it off him. The teeth gnashed and gnawed. There was thrashing. I swear I even heard a growl and a saw a baring of teeth as I got close. He is my boy. He is our son.

Ciao for Now, Breeding Chocolate Boys Angry Dad.