The other day, John and the boys returned home from a trip to the grocery store. John came in and presented me with a six-pack of Hershies chocolate bars. I was thrilled; the man made my day. Just as I was marveling about how I had the best husband in the world, Joe came in and began scoping out my chocolate.
"I'm just looking at it", he said.
"Yeah, just looking is right. That's Mommy's", I replied.
"Oh, I know", returned Joe. "That chocolate is so you don't go crazy."
"Where'd you hear that?", I asked.
"Daddy said at the store that you need chocolate to keep you from going crazy."
John just grinned sheepishly when I questioned him about it later. "Well...", he began. There was no point in further explanation. I knew he was right. I'm one of those women who depends on chocolate, in order to prevent senility and hysteria. Might as well admit it. It's something a man is able to figure out quickly. And I suppose it's now a lesson taught to the young, as Joe demonstrated with his comment. Well, I can look on the bright side. Joe probably won't end up with a crazy wife!
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